“If you really feel for something and truly desire for something you shouldn’t let it go. You should go for it.”

Wherever you are, wherever you are going, just look within.

We are like atoms dancing with each other, sometimes meeting each other, sometimes separating from each other.

Dancing in the light like a lotus in bloom, she opens up herself to the world.

If we could see ourselves in earth and the earth in ourselves, we could see how we cannot survive without it.

There is wealth in grains of salt and drops of sea because every little bit counts and makes the oceans what it is.

We repress, Oppress and silence her voice but forget that without her, nothing is possible.

Even when it feels like nothing is happening, something is happening. Everything happens when we are ready and the timing is right.

It takes more than just desire to make something come true. It takes persistence and perseverance to fulfill a dream.

As the artist paints, he creates his own reality. He only needs inspiration, and all the boundaries between dreams and reality are dissolved so anything is possible.

Images of the past came to her mind, and her future dawned upon her. She felt the light again and remembered she should live in the present moment.

There is no one quite like you and your love in this world.

Life might seem gray at times like this especially the way it has been so far, but there’s a color that never fades, a color that brings hope, the color of light.

Its hard to believe but faith takes you long ways.

The heart is like a flowing river of emotions deep as the sea and vast as the heavens bringing color to life.

If you’re searching for peace but don’t know where to start, remember you hold the key within. You will find it there.

Everything speaks. You just have to feel it and you will see it.

The knowledge of God, the formation of ideas, the mastery of desire and passion, the distinction between that which is to be chosen and that which is to be rejected, all these man owes to his form.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

The battle, Sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, Sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable; and let it come! I repeat, Sir, let it come!

Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.

The wise man sets bounds even to his innocent desires.

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

Not until one person desires to keep his own bread for himself does hunger ensue.

I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.