The cure for the pain is in the pain.

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing.

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

Sorrow… It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.

I came back to You because I could not find the kind and decent things I found in You anywhere else.

A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.