On the last day of the worldI would want to plant a tree

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

From what we cannot hold the stars are made.

Your absence has gone through me

come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

We are asleep with compasses in our hands.

I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss that I am trying to cross.

Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.

The story of each stone leads back to a mountain.

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

We must take the long view—every defeat is a victory in a war of attrition.

If you're not sure what to wear, if you don't know how everyone else is going to be, then just be at your most beautiful.

The comfortable and comforting people are those who look upon the bright side of life; gathering its roses and sunshine and making the most that happens seem the best.

God was in control, and I was just pliable enough to say yes to wherever He would lead.

Prayer is not the answer. God is the answer. Prayer is the vehicle by which we reach God.

I like to tell people that I finally found something I'm really good at, and that's retirement.

When you see something, you are supposed to tell the energy what year it is and that they don't belong there.

Life is an art we are required to practice without preparation, a score that we play at sight even before we have mastered our instruments.

For one reason or another, I became a passionate reader when I was very little. As soon as I could read, I wanted to read.

When you wake up everyday Please don't throw your dreams away Hold them close to your heart 'Cause we are all a part of the ordinary miracle