We make our way through Everything like thread passing through fabric, giving shape to images that we ourselves do not know.

Our deepest fears are like dragons, guarding our deepest treasure.

Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.

Everything terrible is something that needs our love.

Love the questions, themselves.

we are continually overflowing toward those who preceded us, toward our origin, and toward those who seemingly come after us. ... It is our task to imprint this temporary, perishable earth into ourselves so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that its essence can rise again “invisibly,” inside us. We are the bees of the invisible. We wildly collect the honey of the visible, to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.

Be ahead of all farewells as if they were behind you, like the winter that is just departing.