“The universe holds infinite layers of secrets, so that you can ask questions while you bow with humble confessions. That you are young and you do not know.”

When God created her, he created a bouquet of poetry in her heart.

If you love her, do not hurt her. If you do not love her, do not hurt her.

Its raining love throw the umbrella away, do not shield me for love holds peace not terror.

Be still, for only in stillness, can the mountains float on the oceans that move through you.

This Christmas I am soft snow, the crystallized flakes. I am fire in the chimney and the warmth in lights.

Let me lay in the arms of my heart and put my thoughts to sleep for my heart whispers wisdom, my mind could never speak.

Between holding on and letting go october discerns october knows, that life lurks between the clouds of death and death breathes with every rebirth.

They say it is written in the stars, but the stars only echo the poetry in the heart.

My whole life is in between your lips, kiss me more.

In 2022 don’t wait for the world to change but change the way you perceive the world.

Dance your way through the journey the road is your tango class and your destiny is the stage.

Forgiveness gives birth to freedom so forgive them and set yourself free from the delusion of their chains and from the agony in your reality.

Yesterday the sea reflected the colors of the skies and today the sea beams the tint of your eyes.

Nothing is entitled to her skin but her flesh and bones.

Love will mock the intellect and beat down the arrogant.

Tasteless is a life without your courage, for courage is the salt to your bread. So dare, dare to stare that monster in the eye, that fear that fiddles under your bed.

Wave after wave of trial rolled over us; but at the end of the year some of us were constrained to confess, that we had learned more of the loving-kindness of the Lord than in any previous year of our lives.

Many who confess their venial sins out of custom and concern for order but without thought of amendment remain burdened with them for their whole life and thus lose many spiritual benefits and advantages.

Strive always to confess your sins with a deep knowledge of your own wretchedness and with clarity and purity.

I must really confess right here, the attraction was purely physical.

I never felt scandal and confession were necessary to be an actress. I’ve never revealed my self or even my body in films. Mystery is very important.

And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.

The sea – this truth must be confessed – has no generosity. No display of manly qualities – courage, hardihood, endurance, faithfulness – has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power.

It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.