If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.

Go with the pain, let it take you. Open your palms and your body to the pain. It comes in waves like the tide and you must be open as a vessel lying on the beach, letting it fill you up and then, retreating, leaving you empty and clear.

When the heart is flooded with love there is no room in it for fear, for doubt, for hesitation.

We insist on permanency, on continuity, when the only continuity possible is in growth, in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass but partners in the same pattern. The only real security in a relationship lies neither in looking back in nostalgia, nor forward with dread or anticipation, but living in the present and accepting the relationship as it is now.

And if flying, like a glass-bottomed bucket, can give you that vision, that seeing eye, which peers down on the still world below the choppy waves - it will always remain magic.

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.

It is only in solitude that I ever find my own core.