Friendship is a relationship, friendliness is a state of your being. You are simply friendly; to whom, that is not the point. . .

Discover yourself, otherwise you have to depend on other people's opinions who don't know themselves.

If love can not keep you together, nothing else can keep you together. And if

True freedom is always spiritual. It has something to do with your innermost being, which cannot be chained, handcuffed, or put into a jail.

The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death.

Nobody is superior, nobody is inferior, but nobody is equal either. People are simply unique, incomparable. You are you, I am I.

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.

You are not accidental. The world needs you. Without you, something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it.

NOW is the only reality. All else is either memory or imagination.

Don't try to force anything. Let life be a deep let-go. God opens millions of flowers everyday without forcing their buds

The whole world is a cyclone. But once you have found the center, the cyclone disappears. This nothingness is the ultimate peak of consciousness.

Its better not to be born than falling in love.

Wow, that is so deep.'He meant it, of course.'You're really real, ' he added breathily. 'Say something else.'I decided he wasn't worth punching, and walked away.

Time will come that all that we love, we will eventually lose, and all that we hate we will eventually face.

A person who does not believe in victory and who always doubts will never finish anything

To-morrow is ah, whose?

The blushing cheek speaks modest mind,The lips befitting words most kind,The eye does tempt to love's desire,And seems to, say 'tis "Cupid's fire.

When you know more, you can do more.

It's no sin to make a critical study of Brazil's reality. A small percentage own land. Most people don't.

You can't make something beautiful by trying to make something beautiful. Something becomes beautiful in the process of trying to be something else.

Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?