“To have a future we have to live and leave the present.”

Unwatched truth is the enchantment of childhood.And we never grow out of it.

No supernatural can exist for the mankind that does not want to believe it.

We cannot teach a flower how to grow, we can only learn from it.

There’s so much negativity in the media.

No matter what happens around us, or to us, through love, our soul reaches immortality, conquering all dimensions and all destinies.

I really love sharing my gift with others.

A message from a flower: “Do not pick me. I want to live”.

I believe everyone should have an opportunity to search for truth their own way.

Everybody needs time to reflect and contemplate, and the most inspirational and peaceful place to do so is in nature.

Love. Only love can accept our differences as we journey through life. And only love can allow space for our growth.

Living every moment as if it was our first and last is a genuine life of gratitude, acceptance and wisdom.

Those that expose themselves as knowing the truth, lose the battle of innocence and humility and eventually pull a trigger at the universe. Wisdom chooses the unknown to be its reason.

During a race where everyone holds their own truth, the finish line is a surprise.

I define spirituality as a search for love, beauty, happiness and wisdom.

Before pride waves a white flag, it waves all other colors.

I believe that children may enter these divine portals easier, because they are seeking for answers in the purest way.

Coming, going, the waterbirds, don’t leave a trace, don’t follow a path.

I wasnt expecting to come home to you, but now that youre here, i have no intention of letting you leave.” patch :d (p. 295)

God sees us as we are, loves us as we are, and accepts us as we are. But by His grace, He does not leave us as we are.

Be careful of love. It’ll twist your brain around and leave you thinking up is down and right is wrong.

Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.

Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.

There are many things the government cant do, many good purposes it must renounce. It must leave them to the enterprise of others. It cannot feed the people. It cannot enrich the people. It cannot teach the people. It cannot convert the people.

In a life and death struggle, we cannot afford to leave our destinies in the hands of failures.