When we all can worship from our own kind of pew, then we shall be free.
In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion.
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds
The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.
Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.
No matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she could picture sharing her life with.
We make a mistake forsaking England and moving out into the periphery of life. After all, Taormina, Ceylon, Africa, America -- as far as we go, they are only the negation of what we ourselves stand for and are: and we're rather like Jonahs running away from the place we belong.
Unless saved by exceptional talent, he necessarily pays a price for clarity.
See how he throws his baited lines about,And plays his men as anglers play their trout.
But in this world nothing is sure but death and taxes. [Fr. , Mais dons ce monde, il n'y a rien d'assure que le mort et les impots. ]