“The trauma, lies and pain, you chose to forget, are the ingredients for the greatest triumphs yet.”

Sometimes we need a serving of sour grapes, to remind us of the state of our forgotten mistakes.

Don’t waste your sunshine on someone, who brings you nothing but rain.

And like the sun you bring me life, but still i keep my distance. In case you scald me-and i lose sight of myself.

Yeah lets grow old together, But promise me we’ll always have youth in our bones.

I mastered the art of not caring and wow it made me more daring.

I freed my mind from the weight of this world and found peace in lighter places.

The moon felt brighter, I smelt flowers as if they bloomed in winter and felt the sun bless my skin in darkness. My mind was healing and i could feel again.

Flowers grew where her feet followed and trees bowed above her head, but in her garden there were secrets beneath that soil, she could not forget.

In places where everyone is beautiful, i am tempted to toy with my ugly.

We have to be strong, for the ones that came before us, and the ones who are yet to come.

One defeat does not define you.

So be bold, run free and live like poetry.

So we danced in the rain and woke to the haze of a sunrise painted in honey.

So i swept our stardust under the rug, and discovered a magic of my own.

Free spirit, The world is yours.

The longer you sit in the field, forcing fragile stalks together, the more you value the loops, the links that stay. And the less you miss the ones that snap and blow away.

You breathe when you walk. You breathe when you stand. You breathe when you lie down.

We used to say that this is all lie, that we are lackeys of the United States.

The goal lies away from the sensual world. It is not a rejection of the sensual world, but understanding it so well that we no longer seek it as an end in itself.

The teachings say that wherever a problem arises it must be settled right there. Where suffering lies is right where non-suffering will arise, it ceases at the place where it arises.

The so-called culture nowadays is only a fake one with a superficial front. It is an empty lie.

We assume that politicians are without honor. We read their statements trying to crack the code. The scandals of their politics: not so much that men in high places lie, only that they do so with such indifference.

The universe lies before you on the floor, in the air, in the mysterious bodies of your dancers, in your mind.

I believe the preservation of the home in the future lies almost entirely in the hands of men.