I am the escaped one, After I was born They locked me up inside me But I left. My soul seeks me, Through hills and valley, I hope my soul Never finds me.

The value of things is not the time they last, but the intensity with which they occur. That is why there are unforgettable moments and unique people!

Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveler. What we see isn't what we see but what we are.

My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.

The slope takes you to the windmill, but effort takes you nowhere.

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept—our own selves—that we love.

There are no norms. All people are exceptions to a rule that doesn’t exist.

Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.

It's been a long time since I've been me.

I bear the wounds of all the battles I avoided.

Today, I will look around & enjoy all the beautiful things that are around me rather than yearn for things that are beyond my control & become miserable.-RVM

[mother] belonged to a realm of other creatures: smaller, lighter, more easily blown away.

You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?

In the algebra of psychology, X stands for a woman's heart.

Rain which falls upon the sea is useless; so is food for one who is satiated; in vain is a gift for one who is wealthy; and a burning lamp during the daytime is useless.

There will be no justice as long as man will stand with a knife or with a gun and destroy those who are weaker than he is.

It takes a truly cool girl to pull off short-shorts and rain boots.

Justice being taken away, then, what are kingdoms but great robberies? For what are robberies themselves, but little kingdoms.

The best principles in our lives were those which we heard from our mothers through our ears.

Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.