I will not live an unlived life. I will not live in fear Of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, To allow my living to open me, To make me less afraid, More accessible; To loosen my heart until it becomes a wing a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance To live so that which came to me as Seed Goes to the next as blossom, And that which came to me as blossom, Goes on as fruit.

—Dawna Markova

To pretend that we know what a client needs, what the client should do, what choice the client must make, is to deny mystery and to betray the client. Any thorough-going therapy needs to help the client accept and confront the mystery which enfolds us all…

—James BugentalThe Art of the Psychotherapist

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door,
in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

And say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

All your life,
whom you ignored
for another,
who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image
from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

—Derek WalcottLove after Love

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along.