Have I lived enough? Have I loved enough? Have I considered Right Action enough, have I come to any conclusions? Have I experienced happiness with sufficient gratitude? Have I endured loneliness with grace?
Mary Oliver, from “The Gardener” in A Thousand Mornings
I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free — the peacefulness is so big it dazes you, and it asks nothing,
Sylvia Plath, from "Tulips" in Collected Poems
"We live in an uncaring universe." Sorry, but a unique planet filled with beauty, animals, and food literally growing from the ground isn’t good enough for you, I guess.