“ The heart is a foreign country whose language none of us is good at. ”
We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world.
~ Jack Gilbert
I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me nowis a beginning or an end.
We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must havethe stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthlessfurnace of this world. To make injustice the onlymeasure of our attention is to praise the Devil.
