“Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.”

There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.

If you want that good feeling that comes from doing things for other folks then you have to pay for it in abuse and misunderstanding.

She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.

Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person.

Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.

It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.

Mystery is the essence of divinity

I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.

Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!

No, I do not weep at the world. I’m too busy sharpening my oyster knife.

Half Gods are worshipped with wine and Flowers. Real Gods require Blood.

My sense of humor will always stand in the way of my seeing myself, my family, my race or my nation as the whole intent of the universe.

So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.

A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.

Look like she been livin’ through a hundred years in January without one day of spring.

Another hidden sacrifice, one of great spiritual beauty and of powerful efficacy in the healing of human sorrows.

Men imagine that thought can be kept secret, but it cannot; it rapidly crystallizes into habit, and habit solidifies into circumstance.

She had blue skin. And so did he. He kept it hid, And so did she. They searched for blue their whole life through, Then passed right by – And never knew.

We were playing hide and seek with our shadows simply pretending to grasp for love we could not find in ourselves.

I move a bit slower that is fine because I blossom after I hide.

City light appears as stars on the ground, but creates an illusion, of an ideal city that never existed, hides the dark & dusty secrets.

How easy it was to hide from everything; everything except the truth in your eyes.

I see the pain you hide inside you, those shadows that haunt your eyes, let tears of liquid darkness flow until space is made for light.