Risk

There is a quote by Anais Nin upon which I have learned to meditate.  Here is the quote:

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

I don't remember the full context of this quote.  I suppose a simple search on the Internet would do, if only to get some idea.  But perhaps doing research with some university tools may yield more interesting sources.

She was a writer.

Silencio

Silencio donde el ruido impera

Silence like water droplets in between rocks

Seek the silence, share the silence

Divide the silence to multiply it

Listen to the silence

The voices of those who were, silence

The voices that never were, a louder silence

The silence of old

The silence of cold

The silence of gold