We like to admit to only that which already glows, although it is nobler to support brightness before it glows, not afterwards.

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

If you are good, they say you are weak.

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.

We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

Mindfulness is not entering into another planet. It is making you good at what you do. It is restoring your link to the source of life.

And not one person would notice the grey parts of her until it was too late, because everyone falls for a pretty face.

The learning process continues until the day you die.

FEMA says that it does not factor in previous losses into its decisions on applications to redraw the flood zones.

That night it felt that somehow by flicking them off the roof, the matches would burn down everything, the sparks from the tips of the flames, torching the world and all the heartbroken people in it.

Ma was using her for-company voice. Sweet on the outside but with an underlying death threat.

There is something addictive about secrets.

The greatest of people that have ever been in society, they were never versions of someone else. They were themselves.

The best musicians are not the best players, they're the best listeners.

Are not our greatest men as good as lost? The men that walk daily among us, warming us, feeding us, walk shrouded in darkness, mere mythic men.