“An ait a bhfuil do chroi is ann a thabharfas do chosa thu.(your feet will bring you to where your heart is.)”

“There are things that you can't do - like writing letters to a part of yourself. To your feet or hair. Or heart.”

“Why do we have to listen to our hearts?" the boy asked.
"Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you will find your treasure.”

“Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?”

“Do whatever brings you to life, then. Follow your own fascinations, obsessions, and compulsions. Trust them. Create whatever causes a revolution in your heart.”

“Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.”

“Don't look at your feet to see if you are doing it right. Just dance.”

“Where are the flowers, the beautiful flowers,
That haunted your homes and your hearts in the spring?
Where is the sunshine of earlier hours?
Where is the music the birds used to bring?”

“Anne, my sister Anne, do you see nothing coming?”

“If you fail in your leadership, then blame yourself. God has nothing to do with you leading other souls under your own feet.”