Don't run away from grief, o’ soul/ Look for the remedy inside the pain/ because the rose came from the thorn/ and the ruby came from a stone.

When you eventually see through the veils to how things really are, you will keep saying again and again, this is certainly not like we thought it was.

Heartsick, heartbroken - to know love is to know pain. What could be more common? Even so, each broken heart is so singular that with it we probe the divine.

All my feelings have the color you desire to paint.

Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.

Be silent. That heart speaks without tongue or lips.

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames