Only in growth, reform and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.
I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.
Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day - like writing a poem, or saying a prayer.
For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.
To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.
Only with winter-patience can we bring The deep-desired, long-awaited spring.
Lost time was like a run in a stocking. It always got worse.
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep after.
A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one's husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it.
When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.
Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.