How could I choose someone who would force me to give up my own small reach for meaning? I chose myself, and without consolation.

I found that I could not climb my way up to God in a blaze of doing and performing. Rather, I had to descend into the depths of myself and find God there in the darkness of troubled waters.

It's your time to live, don't mess it up.

I've always been a journal-keeper. I've always tried to write about how I'm experiencing life, and my feelings and thoughts.

All my life I've thought I needed someone to complete me, now I know I need to belong to myself.

My ultimate authority is the divine voice in my own soul. Period.

What matters is giving over to what you love.