This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.

This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.

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

I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a great song.

Nearly everything that matters is a challenge, and everything matters.

My eyes already touch the sunny hill. Going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has inner light, even from a distance- and charges us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are; a gesture waves us on answering our own wave... but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

You have had many sadnesses, large ones, which passed. ... But please, ask yourself whether these large sadnesses haven't rather gone right through you [that is, passed through you]. Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.