“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.

People are as wonderful as skies. As mysterious as magical. As sweet as tragical.

She has nature running through her veins, which sometimes bites like cactus, other times calms like sounds of rain.

I’m finding light between all my shadows; my own way to wholeness.

You’re like that fiery sunset that no one expects after a rainy day. It always makes your day brighter.

Hey you, don’t let your thoughts swallow you.

I think autumn can teach us a lot about love. About how muh beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

Just like a wildflower, you will find your way to bloom.

I wish to be as brave as the moon; because even by the darkness, she always finds a way to shine.

Change begins within each of us.

I want to go, look for my essence, know myself and change myself; because nobody is constant.

I hope you find peace in your heart, a home in your spirit.

Sometimes it’s as if we’re an overflowed tank. As if we are holding more than what can really fit inside us.

Your endless soul is your superpower.

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

There’s a fine line between sanity and madness in being alive.

We were born crying. Therefore, we must try at any cost; to keep a smile on the face.

While the parts change, the whole always remains the same. For every thief who departs this world, a new one is born. And every decent person who passes away is replaced by a new one. In this way not only does nothing remain the same but also nothing ever really changes.

Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.

The first thing brought forth by the study of any religion, ancient or modern, is that it is based upon Fear, born of it, fed by it — and that it cultivates the source from which its nourishment is derived.

By education I am an Englishman, by views an internationalist, by culture a Muslim and a Hindu only by accident of birth.

Love has three kinds of origin, namely: suffering, friendship and love. A human love has a corporal and intellectual origin.

You are a child of the moon darling born from light.