“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.

You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you.

Loneliness is bred of a mind that has grown earth-bound.

Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy ready-made things in the shops. But since there are no shops where you can buy friends, men no longer have any friends.

The arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together.

The arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together.

Even though human life may be the most precious thing on earth, we always behave as if there were something of higher value than human life.

Words are the source of misunderstandings.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.

No individual is isolated. He who is sad, saddens others.

But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

To live is to be slowly born.

It is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you.

Love does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love’s opposite.