“My love, you know the colors of my soul.”

You are brave, even though you are stitching the deep rips of your soul.

Even though your sensitivity feels like a curse, – it can be your greatest blessing too.

You’re a borderless being with infinite layers to unravel.

There’s nothing that shakes an indomitably free soul like yours.

Feelings have the answer for words we don’t know how to speak.

She is like water lily, because in the most hostile waters she blooms.

If you could only know, how many feelings fit inside me; the noise that lives in this stormy sea.

I’m the coffee shop kinda person; the kind who loved to live unless lives in doses of caffeine.

Storms can ruin gardens, but that doesn’t mean you won’t see flowers again.

Please, don’t listen all the hate and take a little break to fall in love with you.

We are made of everything. And everything is made of us. We are deeply rooted to mother earth, our home.

She has constellations in her wilding soul, a soft-paced heart in a spirit beyond control.

We need to see inside our souls the massive beauty of this world.

Keep your mind open, your spirit wide and loose, the heart warm and kind.

This is my soul skin. Born from the dust, blooming from within.

Greatness is not built in a rush, but with acre, patience and love.

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lifetime.

People love westerns worldwide. There’s something fantasy-like about an individual fighting the elements. Or even bad guys and the elements. It’s a simpler time. There’s no organized laws and stuff.

Love ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come.

If the prince of a State love benevolence, he will have no opponent in all the empire.

When one loses the deep intimate relationship with nature, then temples, mosques and churches become important.

How different our lives are when we really know what is deeply important to us, and keeping that picture in mind, we manage ourselves each day to be and to do what really matters most.

We all want to be famous people, and the moment we want to be something we are no longer free.

The moment you follow someone you cease to follow Truth.