The worst thing that happens in life is not death. The worst thing would be to miss it. . . . I think the great danger in life is not showing up.

Healing may not be so much about getting better, as about letting go of everything that isn’t you - all of the expectations, all of the beliefs - and becoming who you are.

The secret of living well is not in having all the answers but in pursuing unanswerable questions in good company.

Most of us lead far more meaningful lives than we know. Often finding meaning is not about doing things differently; it is about seeing familiar things in new ways.

Life offers its wisdom generously. Everything teaches. Not everyone learns.

The willingness to consider possibility requires a tolerance of uncertainty.

Our listening creates a sanctuary for the homeless parts within another person.

Big messages come in small packages. All it may take to restore someone's trust in life may be returning a lost earring or a dropped glove.

Life is as complex as we are. Sometimes our vulnerability is our strength, our fear develops our courage, and our woundedness is the road to our integrity. It is not an either/or world.

In the silence of listening, you can know yourself in everyone, the unseen singing softly to itself and to you.

Sooner or later we will come to the edge of all that we can control and find life, waiting there for us.

It's the way life is, I suppose. Whatever happens, you deal with it.

I'm willing to die, but... not of boredom.

We are now cruising at a level of two to the power of twenty-five thousand to one against and falling, and we will be restoring normality just as soon as we are sure what is normal anyway.

I don't really like discussions about a supposed Russian national character.

I love both the way a dog looks up to me and a cat condescends to me.

In love, each man is his own personal challenge.

The measure of a society can be how well its people treat its animals

I think the media spends a lot of time fooling itself.

In a way, humans are not made of skin and bones as such, as we're made of stories.

Just as the hand that strikes the ground cannot fail, So is the ruin certain of him who cherishes anger.