“Only strong birds fly in the storm.”

Truths change with time.

If only the goodbyes were food.

The world moves in circles.

Every fire needs air to breathe.

You are not your emotions.

Stay wherever you find hope.

Go where the energy flows.

I see your face in every sunset.

Kindness always comes back.

Giving is the greatest gift.

Illusions can be changed.

Your madness is your map follow it.

Not all flowers bloom in April.

There is no end to your light.

Allow your softest sides to show.

Your patience is your power.

Faith is the bird that sings while it is yet dark.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

Whoever says that all music is prohibited, let him also claim that the songs of birds are prohibited.

There’s a lot of us out here that are birds, man. We all need to just fly.

Don’t break a bird’s wings and then tell it to fly. Don’t break a heart and then tell it to love.

Soft feathers cannot make a cruel bird kind.

The walls of my room turn gray, the world began to crumble, the flowers withered, the birds lost their wings, the paintings became colorless, the sunlight was lost and the moon was no more.

It is a matter of shame that in the morning the birds should be awake earlier than you.