Every tree, every growing thing as it grows, says THIS truth, you harvest what you sow.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love

I LOVE my friends neither with my heart nor with my mind. Just in case... HEART might stop. MIND can forget. I Love them with my Soul. SOUL never stops or forgets.

Whenever you are alone, remind yourself that God has sent everyone else away so that there is only you and Him.

Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you

Last night I begged the Wise One to tell me the secret of the world. Gently, gently, he whispered, "Be quiet, the secret cannot be spoken, It is wrapped in silence."

Your birth may be common, But death must be history.

It is the repeated performance of just and temperate actions that produces virtue.

If I was lying on my deathbed and I had kept this secret and never ever did anything about it, I would be lying there saying, 'You just blew your entire life.'

I trust you, Jared," she whispered. "I always did. I love you, Master.

Having no other recourse, Roran resorted to the unexpected: he stuck his head and neck out and shouted, "BAH!" just as he would if he were trying to scare someone in a dark hallway.

I'm not religious. I do have a baby - a four-month old girl - and that's a religion in itself.

We keep a change in place by helping to create a new, supportive, and sufficiently strong organizational culture.

Regret is a pilgrimage back to the place where I was free to choose.

A troublesome question? Those tend to be the only whorthwhile kind.

Everyone has their thing, and I was the weird, artsy kid.