The desire to force love to live only in its most positive form is what causes love ultimately to fall over dead.

To be strong does not mean to sprout muscles and flex. It means meeting one's own numinosity without fleeing, actively living with the wild nature in one's own way. It means to be able to learn, to be able to stand what we know. It means to stand and live.

All strong souls first go to hell before they do the healing of the world they came here for. If we are lucky, we return to help those still trapped below.

It makes utter sense to stay healthy and strong, to be as nourishing to the body as possible. Yet I would have to agree, there is in many women a 'hungry' one inside. But rather than hungry to be a certain size, shape, or height, rather than hungry to fit the stereotype; women are hungry for basic regard from the culture surrounding them. The 'hungry' one inside is longing to be treated respectfully, to be accepted and in the very least, to be met without stereotyping.

Since time out of mind, a considered act of heroism has been the cure for stultifying ambivalence.

we wish to make rage into a fire that cooks things rather than a fire of conflagration.

To be ourselves causes us to be exiled by many others, and yet to comply with what others want causes us to be exiled from ourselves.