It is not a person’s depth you must discover, but their ascent. Find their path from depth to ascent.

Love makes you see a place differently, just as you hold differently an object that belongs to someone you love. If you know one landscape well, you will look at all other landscapes differently. And if you learn to love one place, sometimes you can also learn to love another.

I'm naive enough to think that love is always good no matter how long ago, no matter the circumstances.

Any given moment - no matter how casual, how ordinary - is poised, full of gaping life.

Trees for example, carry the memory of rainfal. In their rings we read ancient weather - storms, sunlight and temperatures, the growing seasons of centuries. A forest shares a history which each tree remembers even after it has been felled.

History is the gradual instant

There's a moment when love makes you believe in death for the first time. You recognize the one whose loss, even contemplated, you'll carry forever, like a sleeping child. All grief, anyone's grief...is the weight of a sleeping child.