Experience is always larger than language.
Either a mother and daughter know each other very well or they are strangers.
People say that when a baby is crying the paternal grandmother will say, "The baby is crying, you should feed her," and the maternal grandmother will say, "Why is that baby crying so much, making her mom so tired?
You're paved in my heart like an old road. Like the pebbles in a pebble field, dirt in dirt, dust in dust, cobwebs in cobwebs.
If you only do what you like, who's going to do what you don't like?
Life demands sacrifice and difficult decisions from us at every moment. Living does not mean passing through a void of nothingness but rather through a web of relationships among beings, each with their own weight and volume and texture.
Life is sometimes amazingly fragile, but some lives are frighteningly strong.
Maybe we all just exist, all versions of us exist at times, and we have to figure out a way to get to each of them, to find each one and tell that version that it's okay, that it's all justthe way it works, a concept too powerful to ignore but too complicated to explain.
Nothing makes a man, or a body of men, as mad as the truth. If there is no truth in it, they laugh it off.
All writing is the same: It's just making up lies until it starts to sound like the truth. That's what I do.
Never allow others to think you always have the best answers. This will only make them dependent on you.