Destiny itself is like a wonderful wide tapestry in which every thread is guided by an unspeakable tender hand, placed beside another thread and held and carried by a hundred others.

All things want to float.

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?

Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches, and yet a little way beyond the outworks of our divinings, perhaps we would endure our sadnesses with greater confidence than our joys. For they are the moments when something new has entered into us, something unknown; our feelings grow mute in shy perplexity, everything in us withdraws, a stillness comes, and the new, which no one knows, stands in the midst of it and is silent.

I am a house gutted by fire where only the guilty sometimes sleep before the punishment that devours them hounds them out in the open.

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.

I want to unfold. Let no place in me hold itself closed, for where I am closed, I am false.