My sense is that you can never teach anybody anything, or change anybody in ways that they don't already have in mind.

Healing may not be so much about getting better, as about letting go of everything that isn’t you - all of the expectations, all of the beliefs - and becoming who you are.

The secret of living well is not in having all the answers but in pursuing unanswerable questions in good company.

Most of us lead far more meaningful lives than we know. Often finding meaning is not about doing things differently; it is about seeing familiar things in new ways.

Life offers its wisdom generously. Everything teaches. Not everyone learns.

The willingness to consider possibility requires a tolerance of uncertainty.

Our listening creates a sanctuary for the homeless parts within another person.

Big messages come in small packages. All it may take to restore someone's trust in life may be returning a lost earring or a dropped glove.

Life is as complex as we are. Sometimes our vulnerability is our strength, our fear develops our courage, and our woundedness is the road to our integrity. It is not an either/or world.

In the silence of listening, you can know yourself in everyone, the unseen singing softly to itself and to you.

Sooner or later we will come to the edge of all that we can control and find life, waiting there for us.

Leaves lift trees.

Living isa thing you donow or never --which do you?

There is a road which leads to all roads. The name of that road is adventure!

My soulmate, my heart is with you wherever, I may be.

Good cardio helps in any athletic practice, but in jujitsu, it has been very helpful late in a sparring session where a long roll starts to take its toll on your cardio.

To believe in faeries is to step into an enchanted space where the rational mind meets the irrational heart, and all things become possible.

Truth is singular. Its 'versions' are mistruths.

Gender reassignment is an exorcism of the mother

A community is an alibi for the failure of individual love.

Are you happy?" she [Clarisse] said. "Am I what?" he [Montag] cried. But she was gone- running in the moonlight. Her front door shut gently.