Reason lost the battle, and all I could do was surrender and accept I was in love.
I wept because I was re-experiencing the enthusiasm of my childhood; I was once again a child, and nothing in the world could cause me harm.
Am I cured? No. You’re someone who is different, but who wants to be the same as everyone else. And that, in my view, is a serious illness. Is wanting to be different a serious illness? It is if you f...
ليس ضروريًا أن نعرف شياطيننا لكى نلقى الله
Visit your soul; don't visit your past.
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.
I kissed him hard. The few people in the bar must have been thinking that all they were seeing was just a kiss. They didn't know that this kiss stood for my whole life - and his life, as well. The lif...
And he always checks that he carries three things with him: faith, hope, and love.
A person who goes in search of God is wasting his time. He can walk a thousand roads and join many religions and sects–but he'll never find God that way. God is here, right now, at our side. We can se...
The roller coaster is my life; Life is a fast, dizzying game. Life is a parachute jump; it's taking chances; falling over and getting up again. It's mountaineering; it's wanting to get to the very top...
Where there is loyalty, weapons are of no use.
We are travelers on a cosmic journey,stardust,swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to...
Truth resides where there is faith.
Transformations always occur during moments of crisis.
Quien ama esperando una recompensa está perdiendo el tiempo.
Maktub. If I am really a part of your dream, you'll come back one day.
In a world where everyone struggles to survive whatever the cost, how could one judge those who decide to die?
الأحلام الميتة تواصل تعفّنها فينا ، وإفساد جونا كله
She imagined herself both queen and slave, dominatrix and victim. In her imagination she was making love with men of all skin colors--white, black, yellow--with homosexuals and beggars. She was anyone...
In a forest of a hundred thousand trees, no two leaves are alike. And no two journeys along the same path are alike.