“Your aging face tells stories of where you’ve been whom you’ve loved.”

Letting go is an art – master it and be free.

I don’t want your polite lies, give me the painful truth.

Good friends are like good poetry – hard to find and good for the soul.

The burning desire in your heart is your compass.

I will speak, tell stories of ancient ruins – how god rebuilt them.

People are only capable of loving you as much as they love themselves.

After you, I never found my way back home.

Broken hearts are what new dreams are made of.

Everyone knows their true calling – it’s burning inside them.

We all break our rules for love.

Love is the music of life.

Let everything go, let gratitude take you to new heights.

Only the moon knows all the secrets I tell her about you.

I am the messenger of my ancestors.

You made me believe I had to be perfect to be loved.

I can’t un-feel the trauma – it’s in my blood.

Education is a liberating force, and in our age it is also a democratizing force, cutting across the barriers of caste and class, smoothing out inequalities imposed by birth and other circumstances.

Do not bandy words with your father, nor treat him as a dotard, nor reproach the old man, who has cherished you, with his age.

Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.

What could be more beautiful than a dear old lady growing wise with age? Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.

One begins to realize that one is getting old when the birthday candles weigh more than the cake.

Age is the first limitation on roles that I’ve ever had to encounter, and I hit that a while ago.

Youth ages, immaturity is outgrown, ignorance can be educated, and drunkenness sobered, but stupid lasts forever.

Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.