Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their own.
—Mother Teresa
That which is not good for the bee-hive cannot be good for the bees.
—Marcus Aurelius
For the Dargara people, death results in simply a different form of belonging to the community. It is a lesson… that change is the norm, that the world is defined by eternal cycles of decline and regeneration.… Death is not a separation but a different form of communion, a higher form of connectedness… providing an opportunity for even greater service.
—Malidoma Somé
Leaning against him, feeling the warmth radiate off him, listening to his breath go in and out, she knew she was exactly where she belonged.
—Cindi Madsen in All the Broken Pieces