Moss grows where nothing else can grow. It grows on bricks. It grows on tree bark and roofing slate. It grows in the Arctic Circle and in the balmiest tropics; it also grows on the fur of sloths, on the backs of snails, on decaying human bones. ... It is a resurrection engine. A single clump of mosses can lie dormant and dry for forty years at a stretch, and then vault back again into life with a mere soaking of water.

Desiring another person is perhaps the most risky endeavor of all. As soon as you want somebody—really want him—it is as though you have taken a surgical needle and sutured your happiness to the skin of that person, so that any separation will now cause a lacerating injury.

You love new boyfriend?" "I think so. Yes." "Then you must spoil him. And he must spoil you.

eventually, everything goes away.

Om Namah Shivaya, meaning, I honor the divinity that resides within me.

To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life.

Zen masters say you cannot see your reflection in running water, only in still water.