He alone has the right to break, for He alone has the power to mend.

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.

My heart is so small it's almost invisible. How can You place such big sorrows in it? "Look," He answered, "your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.

If you #‎ love love, look for yourself.

There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.

Loaves of bread remind us of sunlight, but when we are inside that orb,we lose interest in building ovens,in millwork and the preparation of fields before the planting.

In love’s country, language doesn’t have its place. Love is mute.