A good marriage shuts out a very great deal.
There the door is always open into the “holy” — growth, birth, death.
Inside my mother's death / I lay and could not breathe.
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.
Words are more powerful than perhaps anyone suspects, and once deeply engraved in a child's mind, they are not easily eradicated.
When we admit our vulnerability, we include others. If we deny it, we shut them out.