Just as we are created anew by what we love$$$ so we are reduced and unmade by what we hate.

The world is full of love stories$$$ and all lovers are in a sense the avatars of their predecessors.

All names mean something.

What you were is forever who you are.

A book is not completed till it's read.

Raise your words$$$ not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers $$$ not thunder.

Stars burn clear all night till dawn. Do that yourself$$$ and a spring will rise in the dark with water your deepest thirst is for.

Why am I seeking? I am the same as he. His essence speaks through me. I have been looking for myself.

Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?

Have you ever gotten breathless before from a beautiful face$$$ for i see you there$$$ my dear.