I miss you a lot. But what I miss even more is the person I become when I am with you. She is beautiful.

When we cannot see, we don't judge. Small wonder when we kiss, cry, laugh, make love, are in pain, pray and listen to music, we close our eyes.

We all write stories in our minds, but only few have the courage to put them on paper.

It is ironic that even today men are judged by how much they have and women by how they look while both should be judged by how they act.

Nothing inspires like love. Love found and love lost...

Eyes are brave. They speak the truth when the lips lie.

Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns it calls me on and on across the universe.

Healthcare is becoming part of information technology.

Life is available to anyone no matter what age. All you have to do is grab it.

With maturity comes the wish to economize - to be more simple. Maturity is the period when one finds the just measure.

But Chrysippus, Posidonius, Zeno, and Boëthus say, that all things are produced by fate. And fate is a connected cause of existing things, or the reason according to which the world is regulated.

Somehow we manage it: to like our friends, to tolerate not only their little ways but their huge neuroses, their monumental oddness: "Oh well," we smile, "it's one of his funny days."

...the argument from absence of transitional types boils down to the striking fact that such types are always lacking unless they have been found.

Faith in people is an a priori requirement for dialogue.

What offends Him and what wounds His Heart is the lack of confidence...Your heart is made to love Jesus, to love Him passionately...We have only the short moments of our life to love Jesus!