Making those we love happy sounds innocent as a dove, but it can be as destructive as a lion..

The enchantment of the sky, ever changing beauty almost ignored. Beyond words, without fixed form, not to be understood, or stated. It ravished away ….

One hardly dares to say that love is the core of the relationship, though love is sought for and created in relationship; love is rather the marvel w….

One cannot be honest even at the end of one's life, for no one is wholly alone. We are bound to those we love, or to those who love us, and to those ….

Age puzzles me. I thought it was a quiet time. My seventies were interesting, and fairly serene, but my eighties are passionate. I grow more intense ….

You need only claim the events of your life to make yourself yours. When you truly possess all you have been and done, which may take some time, you ….

Life does not acommodate you, it shatters you. It is meant to, and it couldn't do it better. Every seed destroys its container or else there would be….

Claim the events of your life! When you posses all you have been and done, you are fierce with reality..

No matter how old a mother is, she watches her middle-aged children for signs of improvement..

My kitchen linoleum is so black and shiny that I waltz while I wait for the kettle to boil. This pleasure is for the old who live alone..

I wonder why love is so often equated with joy when it is everything else as well. Devastation, balm, obsession, granting and receiving excessive val….

I wonder if living alone makes one more alive. No precious energy goes in disagreement or compromise. No need to augment others, there is just yourse….

Is life a pregnancy? That would make death a birth..

We who are old know that age is more than a disability. It is an intense and varied experience, almost beyond our capacity at times, but something to….

She [a mother] never outgrows the burden of love, and to the end she carries the weight of hope for those she bore. Oddly, very oddly, she is forever….

What fun it is to generalize in the privacy of a note book. It is as I imagine waltzing on ice might be. A great delicious sweep in one direction, ta….

Another secret we carry is that though drab outside - wreckage to the eye, mirrors a mortification - inside we flame with a wild life that is almost ….

Difficulties are what makes it honorable and interesting to be alive..

Anger must be the energy that has not yet found its fight channel..

life is a tragic mystery. We are pierced and driven by laws we only half understand, we find that the lesson we learn again and again is that of acce….

To know another, and to be known by another--that is everything..