You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.
If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?
Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
Yes, there is a Nirvanah: it is in leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem.
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is in leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem.
Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
Life without love is like a tree without blossom and fruit.
Let there be spaces in your togetherness.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Every beauty and greatness in this world is created by a single thought or emotion inside a man. Every thing we see today, made by past generations, was, before its appearance, a thought in the mind of a man or an impulse in the heart of a woman.
We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.
You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might also pray in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.
You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.
The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.