Your preparation for the real world is not in the answers you’ve learned, but in the questions you’ve learned how to ask yourself.

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.

When we come to the light of God, all our sins shall be forgiven by faith in Jesus Christ.

Somewhere inside you, I hope you know who you are. I hope you know what you are. I hope you know that you're powerful. We need you.

My mom never wanted to be a grandmom. She never wanted to be a mom, really.

Merely being human is morally significant.

Stress is a form of suffering, but it is accepted as normal. And it is normal in our world.

I think there's almost nothing I can't excuse except perhaps worshiping graven images. That seems to be idiotic.

Money is like a mirror to our culture. What we see tells us who we are.

I don't do drugs, and so music very much gets me going. When I do something, I think, "If it was a piece of music, what would it be?"

I had a tough time 12 years ago getting 'Driving Miss Daisy' off the ground. Today, it would be impossible.

It was hell, hugging my Mama from a jail cell.