If you are never alone, you cannot know yourself.
How does light enter a house? If the windows are open. How does light enter a human? If the door of love is open.
Creatures like the sheep, that are used to traveling, know about moving on.
But how to explain suffering because of a man? It's not explainable. With that kind of suffering, a person feels as if they're in hell, because there is no nobility, no greatness - only misery.
At some point, we have each said through our tears, I’m suffering for a love that’s not worth it. We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unre...
As she had been walking from the ward to that room, she had felt such pure hatred that now she had no more rancor left in her heart. She had finally allowed her negative feelings to surface, feelings...
You're always learning. The problem is, sometimes you stop and think you understand the world. This is not correct. The world is always moving. You never reach the point you can stop making an effort.
There was a time when people accepted magical experiences as natural. There were no priests then, and no one went chasing after the secrets of the occult.
JOY goes against the foundations of mathematics: it multiplies when we divide.
The reward of our work is not what we get, but what we become
She, with her affection and her gaiety, had been largely responsible for him having rediscovered the meaning of life, her love had driven him to the far corners of the Earth, because he needed to be r...
We have to be prepared for change.
We are always prepared to defend ourselves, because we all live with the fear and paranoia that other people don't like us.
Trusting the one you love always brings good results.
The world is being created and destroyed in this very moment.
The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.
Suffering comes from desire, not from pain.
So you see, Good and Evil have the same face; it all depends on when they cross the path of each individual human being.
Maktub (It is written.)
Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots ke...