We're miserable because we think that we are mere individuals, alone with our fears and flaws and resentment and mortality.

We are all walking repositories of hidden treasures.

Let us not become so cautious that we forget to live.

You are, after all, what you think. Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.

Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation.

If I am truly to become an autonomous woman, then I must take over that role of being my own guardian...I not only have to become my own husband, but I need to be my own father, too.

The trick at every turn was to endure the test of living for as long as possible. The odds of survival were punishingly slim, for the world was naught by a school of calamity and an endless burning furnace of tribulation. But those who survived the world shaped it--even as the world, simultaneously, shaped them.

meditation vs prayer = listening vs talking

The day is ending. It's time for something that was beautiful to turn into something else that is beautiful. Now, Let go.