Sometimes I need to be a stranger to myself. Only then my soul can show me not what I want, but what I need to see.

He too shares his world with the people he loves.

The Martyr finds her way to self-knowledge through pain, suffering, and surrender.

It may arrive in the instant when we are doing something mundane, like putting our front-door key in the lock; it may lie hidden in the quiet that follows the lunch hour or in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us.

The pain of yesterday is the strength of today.

Only children believe they're capable of everything.

At that moment, it seemed to him that time stood still, and the Soul of the World surged within him. When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke — the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert. Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had theirs here at the well.