There is a place born of silence
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.
There is a place where voices sing your beauty
A place where every breath
carves your image
in my soul.

[465, translated by Jonathan Star, - In the Arms of the Beloved]

There is always something left to love.

There should be some to watch and keep alive all beautiful beliefs...

Even in the mud and scum of things, something always, always sings.

One must always have a song in the heart.” “And an éclair in the hand,

Always there is something worth saying
about glory, about gratitude.

Sometimes it hurts to live, but there is always something to live for. Could you try to remember that?

The beautiful and the good are never forgotten, they live always in story or in song.

Whenever there is stillness there is the still small voice, God's speaking from the whirlwind, nature's old song, and dance...

Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.

There is beauty, heartbreaking beauty, everywhere.

Please, in all this muddle of life, continue to be a bright and constant star. Just a few things remain as beacons: poetry, and you, and solitude.

I've found that there is always some beauty left — in nature, sunshine, freedom, in yourself; these can all help you.

We must remember that an ending is the start of another beautiful something, that there is always light to be had at the end of everything.