And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

Developing a kind heart, a feeling of closeness for all beings, does not require following a conventional religious practice.

I am not looking for roses.
I want to break like a fever.

The person who broke your heart can never fix it, remember.

If you practice more kindness and tolerance, you will find more peace.