There is no remedy for love but to love more.

All changes, even the most longed for have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

Let your heart crumble into an infinite amount of tiny, precious seeds. Then plant love everywhere you go.

We can let the circumstances of our lives harden us so that we become increasingly resentful and afraid, or we can let them soften us, and make us kinder. We always have the choice.

Ring the bell that still can ring, forget your perfect offering, there’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.

You are flesh, miraculously born, from glittery stardust, by supernatural forces, don’t deny your magic.

You are the sky. Everything else is just the weather.

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.

I thank you God for this most amazing day.  For the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.