“Nothing hurts more than loneliness.”

Love, to be really love, has to be being-love, gift-love.

Never be ashamed of your tears. Be proud that you are still natural. Be proud that you can express the inexpressible through your tears.

Sadness is silent, it is yours. It is coming because you are alone. It is giving you a chance to go deeper into your aloneness.

The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death.

Fame is foolish, it is pointless, meaningless.

Intelligence comes from meditation, intelligence comes from rebellion, intelligence does not come from memory.

People say love is blind because they do not know what love is. I say unto you, only love has eyes; other than love, everything is blind.

All that is great cannot be possessed – and that is one of the most foolish things man goes on doing. We want to possess.

A little foolishness, enough 2 enjoy life, & a little wisdom to avoid the errors, that will do.

I love, because my love is not dependent on the object of love. My love is dependent on my state of being.

There is a deep desire in everyone to commit suicide for the simple reason, that life seems to be meaningless.

Aloneness is your nature. You were born alone, you will die alone. And you are living alone without understanding it, without being fully aware of it. You misunderstand aloneness as loneliness; it is simply a misunderstanding. You are sufficient unto yourself.

A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love.

It is a strange thing ,that every child is born with a closed hand , and every body dies with an open hand.

The past is no more and the future is not yet: both are unnecessarily moving in directions which don’t exist.

Respect life, revere life. There is nothing more holy than life, nothing more divine than life.

When you are broken and he has left you do not question whether you were enough, the problem was you were so enough he was not able to carry it.

She was a rose in the hands of those who had no intention of keeping her.

Stay I whispered, as you shut the door behind you.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

Why are you forever on my mind? Even though I’m the one you left behind.

I feel your absence deeply within my heart because we are already, and almost apart.

We both became better it just wasn’t together.

How can this warm heart treat me so cold?