‘Adi ibn Hatim reported: The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, said:

"Can the absence of words tell a story? Like a pattern in lace, the holes as important as the threads?"

“…and I needed relief from myself.”

““There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines all our lives.””

The taste of overripe peaches over the sink, bare feet on hardwood floors that stayed warm long after the sun went down, the sudden shift from green to gold, and the quiet realization that the sweetest part of summer is already slipping through your fingers like melted ice.

“you’ve been living, it seems, somewhere else, in the silence of the night sky.”

“When the self loses itself in a transcendent purpose — whether to write great poetry, craft beautiful furniture, understand the motions of galaxies, or help children be happier — the self becomes largely invulnerable to the fears and setbacks of ordinary existence.”

Again the silence of flowers [...] How easily summer fills the room.

A cold wind blew somewhere in me, lifting little leaves of terror and obscure longing.