Each day has a color, a smell.

How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble?

Tomorrow is another day. I've got plenty of things to worry about right now.

...don't create snakes out of ropes. You have enough to worry about.

I guess there's a lot we hope for that never happens.

Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.

I tried to hold on to this compassion, sensing its preciousness, but even as I reached to grasp it, it dissipated into wisps. No revelation can endure unless it is bolstered by a calm pure mind- and I'm afraid I didn't possess that.