I feel we are all islands-in a common sea. We are all, in the last analysis, alone. When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then o...
Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other (one perfect sunrise gazing at another!) but in looking outward together in the same direction.
And so I miss the fertilization that might come from a contact. And for me--yes, I think I might as well admit it--fertilization does come a great deal from contacts. Why then do I avoid them--in a so...
Duration is not a test of true or false.
For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.
The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.
The here, the now and the individual have always been the special concern of the saint, the artist, the poet and -- from time immemorial--the woman.
Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.
These values are signposts toward another way of living: simplicity of living, as much as possible, to retain a true awareness of life; balance of physical, intellectual, and spiritual life; work with...
There is, of course, always the personal satisfaction of writing down one's own experiences so they may be saved, caught and pinned under glass, hoarded against the winter of forgetfulness. Time has b...
It is only in solitude that I ever find my own core.
by and large,mothers and house wives are the only workers who do not have regular time off.They are the great vacationless class
One must lose one's life in order to find it.
When you love someone you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us...
Purposeful giving is not as apt to deplete one’s resources; it belongs to that natural order of giving that seems to renew itself even in the act of depletion. The more one gives, the more one has the...
It is not the desert island nor the stony wilderness that cuts you from the people you love. It is the wilderness in the mind, the desert wastes in the heart through which one wanders lost and a stran...
Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.
I find there is a quality to being alone that is incredibly precious. Life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid, fuller than before.
I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting out, those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us, still holding the last light.