Tuesday, July 16, 2013

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

Monday, July 15, 2013

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