“Some places stay like an old memory that no matter where you are or where you go, that place is always with you like home.”

You never know what’s going to happen or when things might change but you still have to keep going because life isn’t going to stop for you.

Love is the song we all carry forever in our hearts. It never leaves us.

We live in a world that is like art painted by the light in so many colors.

We’re all looking for something, but all it really is, is love in some way or another.

Behind every face there is so much more.

With night came the moon, and I saw the stars. Looking for the light, I found it in you and myself.

She looked for him all over only to find that he was already here.

There is a dream in you. You just have to believe.

Every heart carries love and light. No one can ever take that away.

They say the sky is the limit. But there is no limit to how far you can go.

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.

You can’t live with no passion, no zeal: get up, go to work, come home, do it all again. That flame won’t grow without you stirring it.

More than anything else, I want the folks back at home to think right of me.

Make me feel at home, if you really care, scratch my back and run your pretty fingers through my hair.

It’s always good to come back home.

It’s always good to come back home.

Go back and take care of yourself. Your body needs you, your feelings need you, your perceptions need you. Your suffering needs you to acknowledge it. Go home and be there for all these things.

Any place I hang my head is home.

When your army has crossed the border, you should burn your boats and bridges, in order to make it clear to everybody that you have no hankering after home.