have the courage to write whatever your dream is for yourself.

Unless the gentle inherit the earth, / There will be no earth.

Miracles cannot be explained, that is their miraculous nature.

Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can.

The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.

It is always hard to hear the buried truth from another person.

In a total work, the failures have their not unimportant place.

letters are so much easier than living. One can give one's best.

Death does frame a person and somehow it is the good that stays.

I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic.

A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.

Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.

in the very long run any success devours - and perhaps also corrupts.

There the door is always open into the “holy” — growth, birth, death.

Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius.

What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.

Go rich in poverty. Go rich in poetry. This nothingness is plentitude.

One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.

Words are my passion / And out of them and me / I would create beauty.

We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.

Poetry finds its perilous equilibrium somewhere between music and speech.

It is clear that we do not exactly choose our poems; our poems choose us.

I suppose real old age begins when one looks backward rather than forward

Nobody stays special when they're old, Anna. That's what we have to learn.

poetry is first of all a way of life and only secondarily a way of writing.

Poems like to have a destination for their flight. They are homing pigeons.

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

Poetry has a way of teaching one what one needs to know ... if one is honest.

Self-respect is nothing to hide behind. When you need it most it isn't there.

It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.

True gardeners cannot bear a glove Between the sure touch and the tender root.

You will always be here with me; As long as I live, A towering figure of love.

It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it!

In the novel or the journal you get the journey. In a poem you get the arrival.

I see a certain order in the universe and math is one way of making it visible.

There is a wilder solitude in winter When every sense is pricked alive and keen.

We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.

making order out of disorder any time, anywhere, can be regarded as a sacrament.

Pain can make a whole winter bright, like fever, force us to live deep and hard.

People are always talking about the joys of youth-but, oh, how youth can suffer!

Gardening gives one back a sense of proportion about everything - except itself.

Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear.

Do I think there's life after death? No, I think my books are my life after death.

Anyone who is going to be a writer knows enough at fifteen to write several novels.

gardening is a madness, a folly that does not go away with age. Quite the contrary.

I am not ready to die, / But I am learning to trust death / As I have trusted life.

Public education was not founded to give society what it wants. Quite the opposite.

A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.

When we admit our vulnerability, we include others. If we deny it, we shut them out.

Try making a poem as if it were a table, clear and solid, standing there outside you.

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