It’s well known that he who returns never left

He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

If each day falls inside each night, there exists a well where clarity is imprisoned. We need to sit on the rim of the well of darkness and fish for fallen light with patience.

To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.

Between hope and despair treads a life without love!

Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.

Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty.

Goodness, what beautiful diamonds!' 'Goodness had nothing to do with it'.

Today, we don't talk about history. The past is two weeks ago, and the future is two weeks after.

Too bad that youth is wasted on the young.

Our wounds are our sources of growth.

Until time and space exist... I vow to come back for the benefit of other beings.

It would have been impossible, completely and entirely, for any woman to have written the plays of Shakespeare in the age of Shakespeare.