At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.

Sadness was a very heavy thing.

We can never flee the misery that is within us.

Anyone can have a good day. The question is what do you do on a bad day. That's when you're being tested. In a very tangible sense, a bad day shows your innermost essence more than a good day.

I was thanking him for...well, for something I'm not sure I can explain even now. For showing me that something besides cruelty could be found in the world, I suppose.

We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.

If you keep your destiny in mind, every moment in life becomes an opportunity for moving closer to it.