And now we welcome the new year. Full of things that have never been.
Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.
Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.
We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.
Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.
This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.
And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been
It seems to me that the only way one can be helpful is to extend one's hand to someone else involuntarily, and without ever knowing how useful this will be.
The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.
The only journey is the one within.
Life - a sexually transmitted terminal condition.
Where something becomes extremely difficult and unbearable, there we also stand already quite near its transformation.
Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you, takes us together like a violin's bow, which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final
Again and again in history some people wake up. They have no ground in the crowd and move to broader deeper laws. They carry strange customs with them and demand room for bold and audacious action. The future speaks ruthlessly through them. They change the world.
He does not always remain bent over the pages; he often leans back and closes his eyes over a line he has been reading again, and its meaning spreads through his blood.
The highest form of love is to be the protector of another person's solitude.
This is in the end the only kind of courage that is required of us: the courage to face the strangest, most unusual, most inexplicable experiences that can meet us.
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart...
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.
Be of good courage all is before you, and time passed in the difficult is never lost...What is required of us is that we live the difficult and learn to deal with it. In the difficult are the friendly forces, the hands that work on us.
What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours-that is what you must be able to attain. To be solitary as you were when you were a child ...
The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.
Right in the difficult we must have our joys, our happiness, our dreams: there against the depth of this background, they stand out, there for the first time we see how beautiful they are.
It seems to me that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension, which we feel as paralysis because we no longer hear our astonished emotions living.
Who speaks of conquering? To endure is everything.
And do not change. Do not divert your love from visible things. But go on loving what is good, simple and ordinary; animals and things and flowers, and keep the balance true.
Perhaps creating something is nothing but an act of profound remembrance.
Our deepest fears are like dragons, guarding our deepest treasure.
Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.
Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.
If you will stay close to nature, to its simplicity, to the small things hardly noticeable, those things can unexpectedly become great and immeasurable.
I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world.
Someday you will name me, then gently place those burning holy roses in my hair.
The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.
Earth, my dearest, oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over...Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from the flush.
Solitude is nothing that one can choose or retrain from. We are solitary. We can delude ourselves about this and act as if it were not true. That is all.
One moment your life is a stone in you, and the next moment a star!
What batters you becomes your strength.