For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.
There may be good, but there are no pleasant marriages.
It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything. I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning.
A person isn’t who they are during the last conversation you had with them – they’re who they’ve been throughout your whole relationship.
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
Truly to sing, that is a different breath.
More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.
The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.
Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.