“Sorrows are our best educator. A man can see further through a tear than a telescope.”

You and your opponent are one. There is a coexisting relationship between you. You coexist with your opponent and become his complement, absorbing his attack and using his force to overcome him.

True refinement seeks simplicity.

Learning is a constant process of discovery – a process without end.

Simplicity is the key to brilliance.

Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.

No matter what, you must let your inner light guide you out of the darkness.

Your state of mind is everything.

Without frustration you will not discover that you might be able to do something on your own. We grow through conflict.

Everyone wants to learn how to win, but no one wants to learn how to accept defeat.

In the middle of chaos lies opportunity.

The past is no more; the future not yet. Nothing exists except the here and now. Our grand business is not to see what lies dimly at a distance, but to do what lies clearly at our hands.

Since life is an ever evolving process, one should flow in this process and discover how to actualize and expand oneself.

Life itself is your teacher, and you are in a state of constant learning.

The doubters said, “Man can not fly,” The doers said, “Maybe, but we’ll try,” And finally soared In the morning glow While non-believers Watched from below.

A man strikes you, make him bleed. He makes you bleed, you break his bones. He breaks your bones, kill him. Being hit is inevitable, strike back twice as hard.

In order to control myself I must first accept myself by going with and not against my nature.

What’s lost, can be found. What’s broken, may be fixed. But what lives in denial of either of these will remain as it is.

The only forever I have witnessed in my life is the relationship of love and goodbyes.

How long can the flowers in my garden survive if the sun suddenly disappears?

Heartbreak wears me like it’s love.

We do not really know what we have lost until all that is left is the emptiness within us.

A heart that’s broke is a heart that’s been loved.

Well, he died. You don’t get any older than that.

The walls of my room turn gray, the world began to crumble, the flowers withered, the birds lost their wings, the paintings became colorless, the sunlight was lost and the moon was no more.