Sometimes idiosyncrasies which used to be irritating become endearing, part of the complexity of a partner who has become woven deep into our own selves.

But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them. —Ditta

Because we fail to listen to each other's stories, we are becoming a fragmented human race.

It was the same way with silence. This was more than silence. A deaf person can feel vibrations. Here there was nothing to feel.

We human beings grow through our failures, not our virtues.

There is nothing we need be afraid to say before the Lord.

There is little character or loveliness in the face of someone who has shunned risk, avoided suffering and rejected life