Inside my mother's death / I lay and could not breathe.

We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.

Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.

We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.

The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.

The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.

There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.

A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.

It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.

Time's up! Tomorrow just arrived.

We are chained, but you just don't realise it...

It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down.

I like someone I can have fun with and who can be more laid-back than I am, because it calms me down.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

We are imperfect beings in a very imperfect world, and the one thing we can count on is that things will go wrong, and that each and every one of us will have problems.

Why is art beautiful? Because it's useless. Why is life ugly? Because it's all ends and purposes and intentions.

We should remind ourselves that laughing together is as close as you can get to another person without touching, and sometimes it represents a closer tie than touching ever could.

History never looks like history when you are living through it. It always looks confusing and messy, and it always feels uncomfortable.

The steam-engine I call fire-demon and great; but it is nothing to the invention of fire.