Dig deep into your heart, where the answer spreads its roots in your being, and ask yourself solemnly, Must I write?

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.

The flower bends when the wind wants it to, and you must become like that-that is, filled with deep #‎ trust .

I am so glad you are here. It helps me realize how beautiful my world is.

To be loved means to be consumed. To love is to give light with inexhaustible oil. To be loved is to pass away, to love is to endure.

Some day when I lose you, will you still be able to sleep, without me to whisper over you like a crown of linden branches?

Thus we live, forever taking leave.