On the exoteric level the traditions are irreconcilable. On the esoteric, experiential level of the heart reigns an eloquent, reverential silence.
Never did she find anything so difficult as to keep herself from losing her temper when she was suddenly disturbed while absorbed in a book.
But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others.
It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself rightly, then you are indeed a man of true wisdom.
It is necessary - and toward this point our development will move, little by little - that nothing alien happen to us, but only what has long been our own.
If I am attempting to describe him, it is in order not to forget him. It is sad to forget a friend. Not every one has had a friend.
People have forgotten this truth," the fox said. "But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.
Men? One never knows where to find them. The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their life very difficult.
I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.
But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.
Better to have a messy home and happy children than a perfect yard and unhappy children
Now everything is sold on the Internet and anybody at all who doesn't know a thing can give their opinion.
I look out over my life and see a million question marks with only a few definitive exclamation points. I'm living for the next exclamation.
It's okay to fail. It does not make you forever a failure. In fact, there are no failures really. Only human beings doing the best they can.
And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed.
A writing day is like any other day. Except I live in my pajamas, I forget to eat, and I suddenly look up, wondering when day turned into night.
That moment you realize you are doing the right thing for the wrong reasons and the wrong thing for the right reasons.
You know you are a writer when characters inside your brain keep demanding, 'This is my story! Now tell it or I will never leave you alone!
My stories are my children. Some are sweet infants that I coddle and care for. Others are old enough now, they need to damn well get a job!
As you near a finish line, do not slow down. Instead, run faster. Give all you have left until it is done. It is then that you may collapse.
Treat your entire audience with the same level of care.
