Never has grief been possessed, never has love been learned, and what removes us in death is not revealed.

What happens most deeply inside you is worthy of your whole love.

We are the bees of the invisible. We madly gather the honey of the visible to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.

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.

Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.

There is only one journey. Going inside yourself.

God... sat down for a moment when the dog was finished in order to watch it... and to know that it was good, that nothing was lacking, that it could not have been made better.