I could point out that it isn't always easy knowing who you are and what you want, because then you have no excuse for not trying to get it.

It's one of the secrets of strength: We're so much more likely to find it in the service of others than in service to ourselves.

That's what it felt like - that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.

being with someone for over a year can mean that you love them … but it can also mean you’re trapped.

The word I think of is precarious. I am struck by how precarious it all is. How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them.

We switch to another language-- not our invented language or the language we've learned from our lives. As we walk further up the mountain, we speak the language of silence. This language gives us time to think and move. We can be here and elsewhere at the same time.

I don’t want to know anything, and I want to know it all