Weren't you always distracted by expectation, as if every event announced a beloved? (Where can you find a place to keep her, with all the huge strange thoughts inside you going and coming and often staying all night.).

It seems to me that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension, which we feel as paralysis because we no longer hear our astonished emotions living.

Be ahead of all farewells as if they were behind you, like the winter that is just departing.

Trees do not force their sap, nor does the flower push its bloom.

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.

He who understands one thing understands everything, for the same laws are in all.

You, darkness, of whom I am born- I love you more than the flame that limits the world to the circle it illumines and excludes the rest.