Come quickly — as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers.
mid-Heian period Japanese poet
May I see my own limits with compassion, just as I view the limits of others.
“We are who we are because somebody loved us, somebody had faith in us, somebody invested in you.”
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.
Crowfoot, a leader of the Blackfoot nation
Things break…. It’s what we do with the pieces that matters. This is what is beautiful. The mosaic is the masterpiece.