What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.
We all face death in the end. But on the way, be careful never to hurt a human heart!
There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.
You do not see clearly the evil in yourself, else you would hate yourself with all your soul. Like the lion who sprang at his image in the water, you are only hurting yourself, O foolish man. When you reach the bottom of the well of your own nature, then you will know that the vileness was from yourself.
The hurt you embrace becomes joy.
What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.
Love so needs to love that it will endure almost anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind, its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.
Show me anger and I will show you 'Hurt'. Show me hurt and I will show you 'Love'. Peel the layers if you care!
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
From "Wetness and Water" How does a part of the world leave the world? How can wetness leave water? Do not try to put out a fire by throwing on more fire. Do not wash a wound with blood. No matter how fast you run, your shadow more than keeps up. Sometimes it's in front. Only full, overhead sun diminishes your shadow. But that shadow has been serving you. What hurts you blesses you. Darkness is your candle. Your boundaries are your quest.
When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.
That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.
Whoever finds love beneath hurt and grief disappears into emptiness with a thousand new disguises