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.

This is in the end the only kind of courage that is required of us: the courage to face the strangest, most unusual, most inexplicable experiences that can meet us.

We ignore the gods and fill our minds with trash.

Where something becomes extremely difficult and unbearable, there we also stand always already quite near its transformation.

the knowledge of impermanence that haunts our days is their very fragrance.

I want to unfold. I don’t want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

That is at bottom the only courage that is demanded of us: to have courage for the most strange, the most singular, and the most inexplicable that we may encounter.