“The cure for sorrow is to learn something.”

DO IT RIGHT, DO IT WRONG, BUT DO IT. Squeeze your eyes shut and jump. Because a wonderful thing happens then. Your focus shifts from yourself, your nervousness, and your imagined inadequacies to the task at hand.

Time is clay; make something.

The environment that creates winners is almost always made up of winners.

Becoming mature means learning to accept what you cannot change, facing unresolved sorrows and learning to love life as it really happens, not as you would have it happen.

Everyone has unique gifts and talents. What you love is what you’re gifted at. To be completely happy, to live a completely fulfilled life, you have to do what you love.

Doing your own thing is a generous act. Being gifted creates obligations, which means you owe the world your best effort at the work you love. You too are a natural resource.

Resentment is weak and lowers your self-esteem.

Find what you love, because greatness is based on great gifts. If you love something, you can count on the fact that you are genetically gifted at it.

You cannot tell your heart what it wants. Your heart will tell you

Unkind criticism is never part of a meaningful critique of you. Its purpose is not to teach or to help, its purpose is to punish.

When you play it too safe, you’re taking the biggest risk of your life. Time is the only wealth we’re given.

The amount of good luck coming your way depends on your willingness to act.

Sometimes life isn’t about who you were or are, but it’s about who you are becoming.

And our dreams are who we are.

We all need to learn a new language for love – a language that speaks not in socks, pancakes, and paychecks, but in shared fascination with physics or poetry, delight in each other’s uniqueness, and mutual practical and emotional support.

Whatever your dreams are, start taking them very, very seriously.

Love stories can be wild and sad little unkempt tales energetic and alive the only thing worth living for reality.

Never stop smiling not even when you’re sad, someone might fall in love with your smile.

Our life is a time in which sadness and joy kiss each other at every moment.

We had no choice. Sadness was a dangerous as panthers and bears. the wilderness needs your whole attention.

May God protect me from gloomy saints.

My spirit is sad – I carry the tears of my ancestors.

I’ll empathize with your sad story and wish you could bear mine. – the weight of empathy.

One of the saddest things in the world is being unappreciated knowing that you are a fine piece of art.