“It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end it itself.”

She likes to try everything, out of curiosity, but she’ll be sorry if she isn’t guided by her heart.

Just imagine, a cow on the balcony of the nation, what an awful thing, what a shitty country.

Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.

The more transparent the writing, the more visible the poetry.

Inspiration gives no warnings.

He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.

You have to have spent the night at sea, sitting in a life raft and looking at your watch, to know that the night is immeasurably longer than the day.

The truth is I’m getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don’t feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.

It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

Old people, with other old people, are not so old.

The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.

What is essential, therefore, is not that you no longer believe, but that God continues to believe in you.

Nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

Very well, I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant.

We’ll grow old waiting.

I’m not interested in how things were, or how we ended up where we are now.

What counts in the end is what the government does.

In the end it’s all very simple. Either we give ourselves to Silence or we don’t.

Enlightenment is, in the end, nothing more than the natural state of being.

We must leave the entire collection of conditioned thought behind and let ourselves be led by the inner thread of silence into the unknown, beyond where all paths end, to that place where we go innocently or not at all, not once but continually.

It’s not your end goal that gives life to your required actions, it’s your required actions that give life to your end goal.

Now don’t think that awakening is the end. Awakening is the end of seeking, the end of the seeker, but it is the beginning of a life lived from your true nature.

Often in winter the end of the day is like the final metaphor in a poem celebrating death: there is no way out.