Inspirational Philosophy Quotes

The price of happiness is unconditional love.

A smile is a sparkle of your soul and a glint of light from your heart.

Just like a flower, enjoy the joy of giving.

When I was looking for the key to open the deepest chamber of your heart, I found that secret key of pure love hidden in my heart.

I dream my life, and then l live in my dreams.

Look at the world around you and focus on the possibilities not the problem.

The most daring adventure in life is life itself.

I don’t know or understand any other language except the language of kindness.

Kindness has a mysterious power which can transcend and transform anything it touches.

Every morning I wake up with an unknown, unexplainable joy of life. Then I get lost in the beauty of the morning sun and all of the magnificence that surrounds me.

An unhappy life is a wasted life.

Appreciate what you have to get more of what you want.

Only knowledge and truth may result in freedom of mind.

The purpose of education should not to be to fill you with knowledge, but education should make you hungry for knowledge.

Knowledge comes from curiosity wisdom comes from experience.

All the beauty of wisdom and knowledge resides in kindness.

Legends are born in solitude. Idiots are born in packs.

If you want to know the secret of life, learn with enthusiasm and love with all of your heart.

Teaching is the best way to learn. Never stop learning.

The best thing that I can teach you is to be compassionate and kind to all.

Hope fades by the memory and time.

Learn by reading, listening, observing, imitating, and emulating.

Your universe grows when you are learning.

To be an educator, teach and keep learning.

Education enhances the beauty of the mind by learning to see the beauty in every little thing.

Education is not a destination, but it is a curious journey to enjoy the beauty of life.

It takes a human being to not do wrong in return.

The whole humanity together must start working on focusing on reinforcing the elements of love and compassion from Islamic philosophy into the general human psyche.

You must not love yourself. I’ll tell you, mademoiselle … your life belongs to you. Only a matter of treating your life a little better and maybe life would treat you better in return.

Never waste your precious time in discussing the good and bad qualities of others.

First I dream my life. Then I live in that dream with love and joy.

Though I exist in the realms of day and night, I'm only truly alive in the moments between.

And once the ripples still and the water returns to its unwavering calm, even the pebble that broke its surface will be forgotten. And the world will go on.

I was lost in the moments I decided to keep. To be awake in a dreamless sleep. And in that place between dream and sleep, I planted some more things I would like to keep.

She's an array of undiscovered words, of feeling beyond my threshold. I'm just a man, trying to hold himself together in her wake.

The flicker, the flutter, even thoughts can stutter.

It was her eyes. Soft, meadow-shade eyes with frostbitten edges. Every glance casually held gossamer infinity. Every stare revealed inky black abyss with a hint of divinity.

Woven words are little conviction when I present myself as a man of fiction.

She was carmine shadows reflecting from my crimson words. Every pulse sent a velvet ripple through the shade. Every breath, a scarlet pause.

With ravenous passion and reckless ambition he forged his thoughts into words, obsessed with the notion that dying would not be the last thing he would do.

He gave up. No hint of ember behind his eyes nor life in his breath. He snipped the last, overstretched strand of hope, and nicked the strand of life by mistake. He did it with his hands.

And though they fell as ashes, their shadows drifted as leaves.

She was poetry written in pen, scribbled and scrawled again and again.

She speaks in heartbeats and the rises of her chest, words forever seared in thoughts that will never rest.

He sang softly, less with words and more with thought. She cradled his head, stitching together his fragmented heart.

Adventures kept hidden, words kept silent. You became my greatest secret. And when you left, no one knew the source of the pain I felt. No one knew you existed, except my writhing heart.

That last bit of hope always lingered as a stubborn thread. Every time I would try to cut it I would feel it... a pulse. My pulse. My blood is hope.

I realized the world around me was fragmented and broken... I had to be gentle enough not to scrape against the jagged pieces. I would not be cut today.

She is beyond any mortal structure of words, yet she inspires the effort to try anyway.

That's what really broke me, she was better than any fantasy I could hope to imagine. I've spent my life creating, yet she was pristine the likes of which I could never fashion.