There is a long time in me between knowing and telling.
Grief can be a slow ache that never seems to stop rising, yet as we grieve, those we love mysteriously become more and more a part of who we are.
Pursue the obstacle It will set you free
Intuitive listening requires us to still our minds until the beauty of things older than our minds can find us.
I looked a hundred times and all I saw was dust. The sun broke through and flecks of gold filled the air.
As the seed buried in the earth cannot imagine itself as an orchid or hyacinth, neither can a heart packed with hurt imagine itself loved or at peace. The courage of the seed is that once cracking, it cracks all the way.
Sometimes the simplest and best use of our will is to drop it all and just walk out from under everything that is covering us, even if only for an hour or so—just walk out from under the webs we've spun, the tasks we've assumed, the problems we have to solve. They'll be there when we get back, and maybe some of them will fall apart without our worry to hold them up.
I see so much beauty in people and in the world and when I see ugliness I try to either expose it or fight but also remind myself that it's mostly just people who can't spell who say mean things.
I wanted to have a Vanna White look alike contest here, the only problem was, most of the girls who showed up look like Betty White.
While browsing in a second-hand bookshop one day, George Bernard Shaw was amused to find a copy of one of his own works which he himself had inscribed for a friend: "To ----, with esteem, George Bernard Shaw. " He immediately purchased the book and returned it to the friend with a second inscription: "With renewed esteem, George Bernard Shaw.
What is your name?" Why?" So I can mark your grave.