All of us have moments in our lives that test our courage. Taking children into a house with a white carpet is one of them.
Eventually all things fall into place. Until then, laugh at the confusion, live for the moments, and know everything happens for a reason.
I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments
In moments of great grief, thatís where you look and immerse yourself. You realise you are not immortal, you are not a god, you are part of the natural world and you come to accept that.
In the blackest of your moments, wait with no fear.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
One doesn't recognize the really important moments in one's life until it's too late.
We fear our highest possibility (as well as our lowest one). We are generally afraid to become that which we can glimpse in our most perfect moments.