Yet ultimately we are alone

Making our way home by the candle of the heart.
Many times our light will go out.
But another light, one held by a stranger or a friend, a book or a song, a blackbird or a wildflower,comes close enough so we can see our path by its light. And in time we realize that the light we have borrowed was always our own.

- Joan Borysenko

You will be loved

The day when you can show your weakness and the other one does not use it to affirm his strength.
- Cesare Pavese