“A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.”

The lion is most handsome when looking for food.

The Ego is a veil between humans and God.

There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can’t hope.

Two there are who are never satisfied – the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.

Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.

The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you.

They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?

Silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation.

Beauty surrounds us.

As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.

Conventional opinion is the ruin of our souls.

Either give me more wine or leave me alone.

Let the waters settle and you will see the moon and the stars mirrored in your own being.

Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty.

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

Because a broken heart still beats.

Time doesn’t heal all the wounds: it buries them.

It’s too good to be true things are bound to go terribly wrong at some point – whenever things are going good for a while.

You see yourself as broken pieces but you remind me of stars.

I like to think that somewhere out there there’s a little bit of magic and not everyone knows a broken heart.

When most people don’t know what real agony is, some of us live on the hope that “someday things might get better”, being not really sure if they ever will.

How lonely it is with tears and heartbreak for company.

I strongly feel cure of any heartbreak is good coffee and bookstore reading.