“love yourself to the fullest no matter what has been said or done”

“Live and love to the fullest, waste nothing, take nothing for granted.”

“Sometimes its the small things in life that matter... but then again, is it the big things in life that are important?”

“I do love you,” I said. “That’s what makes this so hard.”

“It’s a matter of growth, of deepening, and an ever growing surrender to the creative action of love and grace in our hearts”

“That's what coming face-to-face with six months in the woods will do to you: as soon as you realize you have the chance to be a different person, you become one. You can forget who you are. This is no accident when you've spent miles wondering, with every labored step, Who is this person who has decided to try this?--wondering who you are. You have nothing but time to answer the question, to give a new account of yourself. Your only witness might be a blanket of cool moss on a sunny day, or a panorama of endless mountains, or a young doe gazing by the Trail. You've yet to discover that the journey is the destination. So you lose yourself, then you find yourself again, farther along.”

“I don't like cleaning or dusting or cooking or doing dishes, or any of those things," I explained to her. "And I don't usually do it. I find it boring, you see.""Everyone has to do those things," she said."Rich people don't," I pointed out.Juniper laughed, as she often did at things I said in those early days, but at once became quite serious."They miss a lot of fun," she said. "But quite apart from that--keeping yourself clean, preparing the food you are going to eat, clearing it away afterward--that's what life's about, Wise Child. When people forget that, or lose touch with it, then they lose touch with other important things as well.""Men don't do those things.""Exactly. Also, as you clean the house up, it gives you time to tidy yourself up inside--you'll see.”