My life is my book, but I can’t read it.

Is there wisdom in innocence? I think there is, but there is a cult now of drab men and women, for whom the world, and even life itself, is a kind of commodity. These critics,...

Only God knows the unknown; so why not follow His guidance through your inner positive voices? He is the main author of your life.

In the morning I don’t want to know where I’ll be in the afternoon.

You don’t have to apologize for loving someone or wanting a life that no longer fits your blueprint. The beginning phase of reclaiming your life always starts with apologizing to yourself, then apologizing to others...

Lots of things are mysteries. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t an answer to them. It’s just that scientists haven’t found the answer yet.

A blind man sees with his cane, like all the rest of us.

The more you go with the flow of life and surrender the outcome to God, and the less you seek constant clarity, the more you will find that fabulous things start to show up in...

You don’t know how to live. You live.

We know death; it’s life we don’t know.

I am counting on nothing but the facts about me. So come on, Future. I’ve my back against the past. Anyway, as you see, it is too late to argue. I’ve crossed the Rubicon, and...

An artist’s work never leads anywhere except to the unknown.

There is a sense of danger in leaving what you know, even if what you know isn’t much. These mill towns with their narrow lanes and often narrow minds were all I really knew and...

Every successful work of art is a collaboration between the known and the unknown.

There is a point when facing the unknown stops being a longed-for adventure and becomes a terrifying reality.

Words make known. But we live in the unknown.

I felt as if something hung there in the back of my mind, waiting to tarnish whatever happiness I might find. Is it safer to be unhappy? Nothing ever wants to take that away.

I saw a bullfrog snap a tiny bird off a reed once, swallowing it just like that, grinding the singing thing to foodstuff in its slimy belly, and the witnessing of that act produced in...

What is love after all but trusting in the unknown.

Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches, and yet a little way beyond the outworks of our divinings, perhaps we would endure our sadnesses with greater confidence than our joys....

My intellect would wish for a clear-cut universe with no dim corners, but there are these cobwebs in the cosmos.

What is love after but trusting in the unknown.

He doesn’t mind if he dies… indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.

It’s tempting to tether ourselves to the familiar comfort of the way things are, but fulfillment is often discovered in the unpredictable and unknown. We can serve ourselves and our universe, best, when we can...

Thoughts come out of nowhere like everything else.

I read, and, in reading, lifted the Curtains of the Impossible that blind the mind, and looked out into the unknown.

I know exactly what you mean.