Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and great each other.

Resolve to be always beginning-to be a beginner!

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

No, we don't accomplish our love in a single year as the flowers do; an immemorial sap flows up through our arms when we love. Dear girl, this: that we loved, inside us, not One who would someday appear, but seething multitudes; not just a single child, but also the fathers lying in our depths like fallen mountains; also the dried-up riverbeds of ancient mothers-;also the whole soundless landscape under the clouded or clear sky of its destiny -; all this, my dear, preceded you.

and I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don't know if I'm a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song

Our task is to listen to the news that is always arriving out of silence.

Again and again in history some people wake up. They have no ground in the crowd and move to broader deeper laws. They carry strange customs with them and demand room for bold and audacious action. The future speaks ruthlessly through them. They change the world.