Surrounding myself with women of different backgrounds and on different paths and in different stages of their lives has become so valuable to me.
. . . now and then a giggling trail of mermaids appeared in our wake. We fed them oatmeal.
It is simply this: do not tire, never lose interest, never grow indifferent—lose your invaluable curiosity and you let yourself die. It's as simple as that.
Maybe my passion is nothing special, but at least it's mine.
A person can find anything if he takes the time, that is, if he can afford to look. And while he's looking, he's free, and he finds things he never expected.
I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven't said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.
There's no need to imagine that you're a wondrous beauty, because that's what you are.
You know, I want to eat junk food. My kids love junk food.
If I have a monument in this world, it is my son.
Whether you've found your calling, or if you're still searching, passion should be the fire that drives your life's work.
If a man can permanently establish his awareness in contact with that pure field (of consciousness), then problems wither away. It's a very simple thing. When the light comes, then where is the darkness?