Sweet Lotus
"I have done bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am."
"Comparison is an act of violence against the self."
"Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots."
"Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is."
"See, the thing is, you’ve got this idea of normal that’s not normal. Normal people don’t do everything perfectly. You don’t have to do everything perfectly to be normal. To be normal, you’ve got to kind of relax and let some things go. Your problem is that you’re so used to being in crisis that your whole perception of yourself is as a fuckup, a permanent fuckup, never someone who gets to not be a fuckup, so you have to torture yourself and hate yourself just to be as good as everyone else. You’re having a hard time realizing that you’re not a fuckup anymore. You’re entering a whole different period of your life where you are normal. And you’re having a hard time getting used to it."
I gaze out the window. “But if you’re not trying to be perfect, then how do you know if you’re doing things right?”
“There is no right,” she says. “There’s the best you can do. And that’s fine. That’s normal.”
“The best I can do is sometimes completely fail,” I say.
She shrugs. “Fine,” she says. “The rest of us do it all the time."
"I know, in my soul, that to eat a creature who is raised to be eaten, and who never has a chance to be a real being, is unhealthy. It’s like… you’re eating misery. You’re eating a bitter life."
"What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back."
"What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly."
"Beyond the beauty of the external forms, there is more here: something that cannot be named, something ineffable, some deep, inner, holy essence. Whenever and wherever there is beauty, this inner essence shines through somehow. It only reveals itself to you when you are present"
"Don’t fall in love with someone—just don’t—because once they leave, my God, the person you used to be leaves with them."