Compassion is the sometimes fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else’s skin.

It’s the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too.

– Frederick Buechner –

Her thighs.

The current that goes back to the spine.

The thin paper. The hair smells of hair.

The absurd, stupid, foolish, idiotic,

perfect simplicity of the nesting.

– Aimee Bender –

Ph : Jaroslaw Datta –

… each breath is recycled from someone else’s lungs …

you can talk a great philosophy

but if you can’t be kind to people every day

it doesn’t mean that much to me

it’s the little things you do

the little things you say

it’s the love you give along the way

– Ani DiFranco –

Ph : Leanne Surfleet