Heaven is high, Earth Wide. Bitter between them flies my sorrow.

You have to accept the storms and the rainy days and the things in life that you sometimes don't want to face.

The world is like a great empty dream. Why should one toil away one's life?

Shade and light are different in every valley.

All the birds have flown up and gone; A lonely cloud floats leisurely by. We never tire of looking at each other - Only the mountain and I.

You ask why I make my home n the mountain forest, and I smile, and am silent, and even my soul remains quiet: it lives in the other world which no one owns. The peach trees blossom, The water flows.

I'm not superstitious.

I bow in reverence to the white cloud.

A strip of water's spread in the setting sun, Half the river's emerald, half is red. I love the third night of the ninth month, The dew is like a pearl; the moon like a bow.

To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

Forever and forever and forever

My past behaviour makes me cringe.

Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

It needs more than a heart of oak to shed all fear except the fear of God.

Kill the judge in your head and just take action.

We are afraid of losing what we have.

We do not know the value of Christ, if we will not cleave to Him unto death!

Love's a weird one, isn't it? I've never told my husband Graham that I love him. He's never told me either. I think it started as a bit of a joke. We just decided never to say it.

But today when I am 17 and warm and well fed, I'm keeping this journal for myself so I can always remember life as we knew it, life as we know it, for a time when I am no longer in the sunroom.

We lose our souls if we lose the experience of the forest, the butterflies, the song of the birds, if we can't see the stars at night.