Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn that anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you. -David Whyte, House of Belonging

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. ― Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. -Albert Camus