“It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears.”

The arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together.

Even though human life may be the most precious thing on earth, we always behave as if there were something of higher value than human life.

Words are the source of misunderstandings.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.

No individual is isolated. He who is sad, saddens others.

But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

To live is to be slowly born.

It is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you.

Love does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love’s opposite.

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

Night, when words fade and things come alive.

If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers.

You cannot plant an acorn in the morning, and expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of an oak.

All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people.

Sometimes things fall apart so that better things can fall together.

Happiness comes from you. No one else can make you happy. You make you happy.

When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.

We don’t really heal anything; we simply let it go.

Work is always an antidote to depression.

A man’s worth is no greater than the worth of his ambitions.

Tears are words that need to be written.

Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.