This is the sorcery of literature. We are healed by our stories.

To be whole. To be complete. Wildness reminds us what it means to be human, what we are connected to rather than what we are separate from.

The Eyes of the Future are looking back at us and they are praying for us to see beyond our own time.

I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen.

The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy. Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.

Despair shows us the limit of our imagination. Imaginations shared create collaboration, collaboration creates community, and community inspires social change.

Finding beauty in a broken world is creating beauty in the world we find.

Creativity involves breaking out of established patterns in order to look at things in a different way.

the unexpected action of deep listening can create a space of transformation capable of shattering complacency and despair.

There are two important days in a woman's life: the day she is born and the day she finds out why.

Our power lies in our love of our homelands.

Who would ever know the greater graces of comfort and perseverance, mercy and forgiveness, patience and courage, if no shadows fell over a life?

I know nothing about technology.

If I'd married someone in show business, there'd be too much competition.

The effect of great and inevitable misfortune is to elevate those souls which it does not deprive of all virtue.

But one of the things that really irritates me in products is when I'm aware of designers wagging their tails in my face.

The value of moments, when cast up, is immense, if well employed; if thrown away, their loss is irrecoverable.

It were worthwhile to die, if thereby a soul could be born again.

People do not come into therapy to change their past but their future.

What they forget is that, from Ancient Greece on, the people who returned from battle were either dead on their shields or stronger, despite and because of their scars.

History is only a tiresome repetition of one story.