“ For within your flesh, deep within the center of your being, is the undaunted, waiting, longing, all-knowing. Is the ready, able, perfect. Within you, waiting its turn to emerge, piece by piece, with… Jennifer DeLucy
“ Rain storms are destructive and renewing, I want to turn my bad days into rain storms. Anastasia Bolinder
“ I knew that the Name was still with him, animating his soul, even as his body failed. Geraldine Brooks
“ They sat on the boarding house porch and saw the sun plunge into the same crack in the earth from which the night emerged. Zora Neale Hurston
“ Sensitive people feel so deeply they often have to retreat from the world, in order to dig beneath the layers of pain to find their faith and courage. Shannon L. Alder
“ The author cites researcher David Howard's idea of post-traumatic growth. Howard contends that some individuals faced with a traumatic event actually develop new strength. Nassim Nicholas Taleb
“ He gave himself fully to the penitent life, fasting, praying, confessing his wickedness and execrating himself in public. He became a better man in the small matters of his days, an even better, wiser… Geraldine Brooks
“ I loved him, every inch of his being, but i realised one day; if loving him meant losing me, than loving him was not enough anymore. Nikki Rowe
“ When I think of what I already lived through it seems to me I was shedding my bodies along the paths. Clarice Lispector
“ In order to change the world, you must first change yourself. In order to have the right to see what is wrong with the world, you must first earn that right through seeing what is wrong with yourself.… C. JoyBell C.
“ Habitualization devours objects, clothes, furniture, one's wife, and the fear of war. If all the complex lives of many people go on unconsciously, then such lives are as if they had never been. Art ex… Victor Shklovsky
“ Be careful not to laugh at the Phoenix when she goes up in flames, or you'll be left in the dust when she grows her new wings and flies swiftly away. Cristen Rodgers
“ Actuality is when the lighthouse is dark between flashes: it is the instant between the ticks of the watch: it is a void interval slipping forever through time: the rupture between past and future: th… George Kubler
