Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. ―Anais Nin
Our culture made a virtue of living only as extroverts. We discouraged the inner journey, the quest for a center. So we lost our center and have to find it again.
And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. —Anais Nin
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we dont know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Life Shrinks Or Expands In Proportion To One’s Courage.