we are blessed to be tiny beings in this universe. We are blessed to feel momentous because we are larger than these grains of sand.
And then the most evil idea came to me. The idea came to me unbidden as if there really were a Satan in the world and that Satan had come crawling along the stone floor towards me and put the idea in my mind.
No, but one can feel desperate at any age, don’t you think? The young are eternally desperate,
The human heart is my school.
I closed my eyes and heard the wind and the sound of water flowing softly, swiftly in the river. It was enough, for one moment. And I knew that it would not endure, that it would fly away from me like something torn out of my arms, and I would fly after it, more desperately lonely than any creature under God, to get it back.
It was because historians made it sound so coherent, so purposeful, so complete. They’d take an entire century and impose a meaning on it, a personality, a destiny-and his was, of course, a lie.
Come on, show me all you can do.
If you could see yourself, hear your own voice, your music. . you wouldn’t see darkness. . you’d see an illumination that is all your own. . light and beauty come together in you in a thousand different patterns.
I find at moments I’m as fragile as glass.