Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.

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.

Remember that life is a miracle

The real offence as she ultimately perceived was her having a mind of her own at all. Her mind was to be his - attached to his own like a small garden plot to a deer park.

When you lose, there is a whole bunch of room for negativity and I don't feed into this stuff and I do not do any talking. I don't run my mouth.

Existence came from God; death came by Adam; and immortality and eternal life come through Christ.

In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.

New Yorkers always hate LA! I love both cities! I do love the sunshine and the beach after growing up in rainy England.

It's such a huge playing field, especially with the wind and shifting tides and only three women out. It's almost like you are fending for yourself out there.

I begin to feel like I was in the last generation of Americans who took a civics class.

one never knows really how things are with other people, they just do always seem more spirited than oneself somehow.

Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me. Stranded on welfare, another broken family.