Be, in this immensity of night, the magic force at your sense's crossroad.

When we are only victorious over small things, it leaves us feeling small.

Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows.

Since I've learned to be silent, everything has come so much closer to me.

You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born.

I am too alone in the world and not alone enough to make every moment holy.

the knowledge of impermanence that haunts our days is their very fragrance.

Now I come to you full of future. And from habit we begin to live our past.

What is needed is, in the end, simply this: solitude, great inner solitude.

Rose, oh pure contradiction, joy of being No-one's sleep under so many lids.

If my devils are to leave me, I'm afraid my angels will take flight as well.

All this hurrying soon will be over. Only when we tarry do we touch the holy.

I would like to step out of my heart and go walking beneath the enormous sky.

The highest form of love is to be the protector of another person’s solitude.

Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and great each other.

If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.

What we call fate does not come into us from the outside, but emerges from us.

Every happiness is the child of a separation it did not think it could survive.

Across the moment, aeons speak with aeons. More than we experienced has gone by.

Someday you will name me, then gently place those burning holy roses in my hair.

You are nearing the land that is life; you will recognize it by its seriousness.

Perhaps everything terrifying is deep down a helpless thing that needs our help.

... be indulgent toward those who ... are afraid of the aloneness that you trust.

Fame — the aggregate of all the misunderstandings that collect around a new name.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

Joy is a marvelous increasing of what exists, a pure addition out of nothingness.

a good marriage is that in which each appoints the other guardian of his solitude

As bees gather honey, so we collect what is sweetest out of all things and build.

So this is where people come to live; I would have thought it is a city to die in.

I don't want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.

I have patience for centuries in me and will live as though my time were very big.

He who understands one thing understands everything, for the same laws are in all.

Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final

Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, seperate, in the evening.

The most visible joy can only reveal itself to us when we've transformed it, within.

Irony: Don't let yourself be controlled by it, especially during uncreative moments.

The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.

God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.

As if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose.

May you find in yourself enough patience to endure and enough simplicity to have faith.

Young people, who are beginners in everything, cannot yet know love: they have to learn it.

I want to unfold. Let no place in me hold itself closed, for where I am closed, I am false.

You darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world.

Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.

Love and death are the great gifts that are given to us; mostly they are passed on unopened.

Those doves below, the ones utterly cared for, never endangered ones, cannot know tenderness.

Be ahead of all farewells as if they were behind you, like the winter that is just departing.

I learn it every day of my life, learn it with pain I am grateful for: patience is everything!

The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.

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