At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window. – Rumi
Come, whoever you are! Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. This is not a caravan of despair. It doesn’t matter if you’ve broken your vow a thousand times, still and yet again come! – Rumi
Negative humor is forgotten immediately. Its the stuff that makes us feel better about our lives that lives long. Much more satisfying. Enter childrens books. – Berkeley Breathed
The young think that failure is the Siberian end of the line, banishment from all the living, and tend to do what I then did – which was to hide. – James A. Baldwin
