Well$$$ I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.

Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes.

Whoever finds love beneath hurt and grief disappears into emptiness with a thousand new disguises.

We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all the power we need inside ourselves already.

Silence is the language of god$$$ all else is poor translation.

You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.

Things do not change; we change.

It was a melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them.