“The mother of all the skills is to learn the art of paying attention – Remembering every step you make or anything that’s around you.”

The word enough doesn’t exist inside our minds when it comes on achieving and receiving for our pleasure.

Every prayer is a need or a lack of something. That’s why the rich man doesn’t ask for food, but for good health throughout the year.

In short, it’s almost impossible to totally done with someone you once loved with all your heart!

Life is like an endless book. Each day is a new page and only death can bring the end to this little book of yours.

Morality has got nothing to do with the politicians. Simply, because the straight line is considered by them as the longest distance between the two points.

The Christians’ god has got a human form.

The only best way to prove that a statue can’t provide for you is to ask it for food.

Genius is only gifted to the few who are ready to go beyond their comfort-zones. Those who are not satisfied only with the theoretical ideologies.

To me justice doesn’t mean looking for the criminals. It means looking for the innocent.

There is no point in hating all your exes after a breakup – Because you will end up hurting yourself instead of the person whom you hate.

The lesser we have to care about whether someone is a narcissist or not, the better we will end up improving our private lives.

The world is created for all human beings to enjoy life. Adam did not have a tribe.

Love is beautiful only when you are secretly loved by a stranger.

In return. Meaning, we must dwell on the neutral side, in order to fully understand ourselves and those who are constantly causing us trouble in our daily lives.

I loved God so much to the point that I became spiritually drunken.

Finally, remember to blame no one, including yourself, whenever some calamities fall upon you.

I love jotting down ideas for my blog, so I doodle or take notes on all kinds of stuff that inspires me: the people I meet, boutiques I visit, a florist that just gave me a great idea for an interior-design project, things like that.

The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.

We live in a world that is like art painted by the light in so many colors.

However much you are read in theory, if thou hast no practice thou art ignorant.

I’m gonna write from personal experience, from emotion, from whatever the hell I’m feeling that day.

Indulging in the pleasures of creation.

Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.

Those wounds stay with you, and you turn them into a language and a purpose.