I could never throw Love out of the window.

Unhappiness was my god.

If you're prepared$$$ and you know what it takes$$$ it's not a risk. You just have to figure out how to get there. There is always a way to get there.

It's not what we do once in a while that shapes our lives. It's what we do consistently.

He taught me that everything we create in our lives starts with thought.

Just be sure that you observe carefully what wells up within you and place that above everything that you notice around you.

Now we wake up with our memory<br>and fix our gazes on that which was;<br>whispering sweetness$$$ which once coursed through us$$$<br>sits silently beside us with loosened hair.

O shooting star<br>that fell into my eyes and through my body-:<br>not to forget you. To endure.

And you suddenly know: It was here!<br>You pull yourself together$$$ and there<br>stands an irrevocable year<br>of anguish and vision and prayer.

And when suddenly<br>the god stopped her and$$$ with anguish in his cry$$$<br>uttered the words: 'He has turned round' --<br>she comprehended nothing and said softly: 'Who?'