“I stand up. Stretch my arms out wide to the empty horizon. Do not be afraid of limitless possibilities. The desert is infinite to the eye as love is to the heart.” — Cathy Ostlere Copy Share Image
“Dear Maya, Life is an illusion. And as it turns out, so is death. What is real? What remains when we all fade away? Two things: Love. Forgiveness. Don't forget” — Cathy Ostlere Copy Share Image
“We cannot see how our lives will unfold. What is destiny and What is accident? And how can one ever be certain?” — Cathy Ostlere Copy Share Image
“Women can go mad with insomnia. The sleep-deprived roam houses that have lost their familiarity. With tea mugs in hand, we wander rooms, looking… — Cathy Ostlere Copy Share Image
“Listen, Miss, boats are supposed to float. Even if they break up, they usually still float and show up on a shore somewhere. There… — Cathy Ostlere Copy Share Image
“I listen to the sound of India's voices for the last time . Laughter ripples like water . A prayer is a single note… — Cathy Ostlere Copy Share Image
“I stand up. Stretch my arms out wide to the empty horizon. Do not be afraid of limitless possibilities. The desert is infinite to… — Cathy Ostlere Copy Share Image
“Dear Maya, Life is an illusion. And as it turns out, so is death. What is real? What remains when we all fade away?… — Cathy Ostlere Copy Share Image
