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

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.

Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible. If the whole world turns against you keep your eyes on the Friend.

At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside. That’s how I hold your voice.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

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

Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

Whoever’s calm and sensible is insane!

Let silence take you to the core of life.

I see my beauty in you.

When you feel a peaceful joy, that’s when you are near truth.

Like a shadow, I am and I am not.

There is little one can say about love. It has to be lived, and it’s always in motion.

I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.

Don’t write what you think people want to read. Find your voice and write about what’s in your heart.

By regarding ourselves with kindness, we begin to dissolve the identity of an isolated, deficient self. This creates the grounds for including others in an unconditionally loving heart.

Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.

The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.

Keep an open heart To allow the world Lovingly and faithfully To come in.

You are the sunshine of my life That’s why I’ll always be around, You are the apple of my eye, Forever you’ll stay in my heart.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.