Finally, I am coming to the conclusion that my highest ambition is to be what I already am.

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.

Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.

‎"Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy.

The greatest need of our time is to clean out the enormous mass of mental and emotional rubbish that clutters our minds

Compassion is the keen awareness of the interdependence of all things.

In a world of noise, confusion and conflict it is necessary that there be places of silence, inner discipline and peace. In such places love can blossom.

People may spend their whole lives climbing the ladder of success only to find, once they reach the top, that the ladder is leaning against the wrong wall.

Love is not a matter of getting what you want. Quite the contrary. The insistence on always having what you want, on always being satisfied, on always being fulfilled, makes love impossible.

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.

It is my belief, that we should not be too sure of having found Christ in ourselves until we have found him also in that part of humanity that is most remote from our own.

It was never the way she lookedalways the way she wasI would have fallen in love with her with my eyes closed.

In the general course of human nature, A power over a man's subsistence amounts to a power over his will.

They do say breastfeeding is nature’s lipo.

All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.

Truth . . . and if mine eyes Can bear its blaze, and trace its symmetries, Measure its distance, and its advent wait, I am no prophet - I but calculate.

I like a walking culture; I need to be in a city where you can walk everywhere.

When did we start believing God wants to send us to safe places to do easy things?

loneliness has its roots in words,in internal conversation that nodbody answers,solitude has it's roots in the great silence of eternity.

Those who read in a second language write and spell better in that language.

Even your pity is like a blast of wind and the words you speak would strip a tree of its blossoms.