When you see the setting, wait for the rising. Why worry about a sunset or a fading moon?

Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.

You're not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.

There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.

You've seen my descent, now watch my rising.

There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.

I will find new meaning in every joy and sorrow.