KAIROS A unique time in a person's life; an opportunity for change.
But when Ellen throws at me that I have never had to struggle I feel like saying, 'Maybe. But I have had to learn to be capable in a hundred ways that were no pleasure or nourishment really. If I had not been rich, I might have become a good painter.' Instead, right now I had better get the silver out and see what needs polishing.
Most people have to talk so they won't hear.
Public education was not founded to give society what it wants. Quite the opposite.
Think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief ( it seems ) they can let go...Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long...Let it go.
Solitude itself is a way of waiting for the inaudible and the invisible to make itself felt. And that is why solitude is never static and never hopeless. On the other hand, every friend who comes to stay enriches the solitude forever; presence, if it has been real presence, does not ever leave.
Don't deprive me of my age. I have earned it.
It always comes back to the same necessity: go deep enough and there's a bedrock of truth, however hard. It looks as if I were "meant" to be alone, and that any hope of happiness is not meant.
It always comes back to the same necessity: go deep enough and there is a bedrock of truth, however hard.
Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.
Women are at last becoming persons first and wives second, and that is as it should be.
The reasons for depression are not so interesting as the way one handles it, simply to stay alive.
To go with, not against the elements, an inexhaustible vitality summoned back each day to do the same tasks, to feed the animals, clean out barns and pens, keep that complex world alive.
Anyone who is going to be a writer knows enough at fifteen to write several novels.
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.
We fear disturbance, change, fear to bring to light and to talk about what is painful. Suffering often feels like failure, but it is actually the door into growth.
The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.
I reach and have reached the timeless moment, the pure suspension within time, only through love.
Still, a person who cannot express love is stopping the flow of life, is censoring where censorship is a form of self-indulgence, the fear of giving oneself away.
Happy the man who can long roaming reap, Like old Ulysses when he shaped his course Homeward at last toward the native source, Seasoned and stretched to plant his dreaming deep.
A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.