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Love Rests On No Foundation. It Is An Endless Ocean, With No Beginning Or End.

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It.

Sorrow Prepares You For Joy. It Violently Sweeps Everything Out Of Your House, So That New Joy Can Find Space To Enter. It Shakes The Yellow Leaves From The Bough Of Your Heart, So That Fresh, Green Leaves Can Grow In Their Place. It Pulls Up The Rotten Roots, So That New Roots Hidden Beneath Have Room To Grow. Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.

Silence Is The Sea, And Speech Is Like The River. The Sea Is Seeking You: Don't Seek The River. Don't Turn Your Head Away From The Signs Offered By The Sea.

Stop Learning. Start Knowing