Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of….

My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds..

In the sheltered simplicity of the first days after a baby is born, one sees again the magical closed circle, the miraculous sense of two people exis….

Total freedom is never what one imagines and, in fact, hardly exists. It comes as a shock in life to learn that we usually only exchange one set of r….

For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one..

When the wedding march sounds the resolute approach, the clock no longer ticks, it tolls the hour. The figures in the aisle are no longer individuals….

I want to be pure in heart -- but I like to wear my purple dress..

People talk about love as though it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers. And a lot of people give love like that -- just dump it….

Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me..

life itself is always pulling you away from the understanding of life..

Marriage is tough, because it is woven of all these various elements, the weak and the strong. "In love-ness" is fragile for it is woven only with th….

For it is only framed in space that beauty blooms..

What release to write so that one forgets oneself, forgets one's companion, forgets where one is or what one is going to do next to be drenched in sl….

Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day - like writing a poem or saying a prayer..

Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish..

The plane seems exultant now, even arrogant. We did it, we did it! We're up, above you. We were dependant on you just now, prisoners fawning on you f….

We walk up the beach under the stars. And when we are tired of walking, we lie flat on the sand under a bowl of stars. We feel stretched, expanded to….

Perhaps middle-age is, or should be, a period of shedding shells; the shell of ambition, the shell of material accumulations and possessions, the she….

The artist knows he must be alone to create; the writer, to work out his thoughts; the musician, to compose; the saint, to pray. But women need solit….

We Americans, with our terrific emphasis on youth, action, and material success, certainly tend to belittle the afternoon of life and even to pretend….

But I want first of all- in fact, as an end to these other desires- to be at peace with myself..