Speaking of August Rodin: He raised his world above us in an immense arc, and made it a part of nature.

The highest form of love is to be the protector of another person’s solitude.

Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows.

Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final

Perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.

Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.

Where something becomes extremely difficult and unbearable, there we also stand always already quite near its transformation.

This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.

And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been

But your solitude will be a support and a home for you, even in the midst of very unfamiliar circumstances, and from it you will find all your paths.

If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.

You can curse the darkness, or you can dispel it.

After a year of therapy my psychiatrist said to me "Maybe life isn't for everyone."

We need to be visionary; we have to be bold.

I like that you let yourself be surprised

We have been involved in racing for so long, it is astonishing we were not born with hooves.

You have but to know an object by its proper name for it to lose its dangerous magic.

Wear it if it clashes.

Odd that I couldn’t catch any of your dream,” Bones went on. “Normally your dreams are like background music to me.

So do you remember this place?" "Hard to forget." he snorted. "This is where you tried to kill me. You were so nervous, you kept blushing. Never had someone try to stake me who blushed so much.

The past isn't fixed and frozen in place. Instead, its meaning changes as life unfolds.