Rule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. Ward

To enhance your inner beauty, harmonize your mind and thoughts with nature through meditation.

A closed fist cannot give. How can one give when the fist is closed? Yet, most people approach relationships with a closed heart. How can one give love when the heart is closed?

Religion is that which congregate all the resources for spirituality (to attain the Self).

If you are not living according to the will of God but independent of Him, you will never be happy and experience inner rest

things change and they are never the same again. This looks like one, of those times, Hem. That's life! Life moves on. And so should we.

I do think of emotions as being on a circular path, so you can feel terrible and terrible and terrible, and then all of a sudden it becomes quite funny.

As long as we are not chased from our words we have nothing to fear. As long as our utterances keep their sound we have a voice. As long as our words keep their sense we have a soul.

But now with the living conditions deteriorating, and with the sure knowledge that we are slated for destruction, we have been transformed into an implacable army of liberation

Intemperance in talk makes dreadful havoc in the heart.

I like to think there's more to a person than just one thing.