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

Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.

Each day has a color, a smell.

Or perhaps it is just that desire lies at the heart of human existence. When we turn away from one desire, we must find another to cleave to with all our strength --or else we die.

A problem becomes a problem only if you believe it to be so. And often others see you as you see yourself.

they say in the old tales that when a man and woman exchange looks the way we did, their spirits mingle. their gaze is a rope of gold binding each other. even if they never meet again, they carry a little of the other with them always. they can never forget, and they can never be wholly happy again

I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable--but I always was so, only I never knew it!