We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

When you genuinely lose your illusions, you begin to marvel at things, because you don't have the answers any more.

Our minds, bodies, feelings, relationships are all informed by our questions. What you ask is who you are. What you find depends on what you search for. And what shapes our lives are the questions we ask, refuse to ask, or never think of asking.

I think there are families that are very kind and supportive of people's ability to change. People who come from such families may go through life without dipping into the dark night.

If we come from good families where we have been supported well, there is a disillusionment we have to undergo in terms of the culture's values. We have to get beyond our cultural mythology to find out who we are.

You come to love not by discovering the ideal individual, yet by figuring out how to see a blemished individual flawlessly.

There is the extreme of hopelessness and the inevitability of doom, a deep despair that comes from the sense that our industrial, consuming society is jeopardizing the planet.