Let us choose one another as companions!Let us sit at each other's feet!Inwardly we have many harmonies - think notThat we are only what we see.

Every true love and friendship is a story of unexpected transformation. If we are the same person before and after we loved, that means we haven't loved enough.

Even a speck of love should not go unappreciated, because, as Rumi said, love is the water of life.

What is the point of roaming the world when it's the same misery everywhere?

Believers are each other's mirrors.

May love always be with you, and you always surrounded by love

Choose Love, Love! Without the sweet life ofLove, living is a burden - as you have seen.

Faith is only a word if there is no love at its center, so flaccid and lifeless, vague and hollow - not anything you could truly feel.

Three scents accompany my memories of this place: cut wood, poppy-seed bread, and the soft, crisp smell of snow.

It was always like this. When you spoke the truth, they hated you. The more you talked about love, the more they hated you.

There were many words piled up inside my chest, stories waiting to be told. I wanted to hand all this knowledge to one other person, neither a master nor a disciple. I sought an equal - a companion.

The gift of literature is the grace of knowledge.

Retreat? We're coming out of here as a Marine division. We're bring ... our dead. Retreat hell! We're just advancing in another direction.

Evening is a time of real experimentation. You never want to look the same way.

Everyone got older but forgot to grow up.

I have not the most definite designs on the future.

Where progress is desire, change is Inevitable.

Stressed souls need the reassuring rhythm of self-nurturing rituals.

We are free to fight sin, and free to win; but we must still fight.

You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.

Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers.