“What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul”

You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.

Not seeing people permits us to imagine them with every perfection.

He was fond of books, for they are cool and sure friends.

If you are stone, be magnetic; if a plant, be sensitive; but if you are human be love.

Love is life, if it is not death.

Adversity makes men, and prosperity makes monsters.

Our mind is enriched by what we receive, our heart by what we give.

If you wish to understand what Revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to understand what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.

Our mind is enriched by what we receive, our heart by what we give.

If you wish to understand what Revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to understand what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.

Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.

I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.

During a wise man’s whole life, his destiny holds his philosophy in a state of siege.

Reason is intelligence taking exercise. Imagination is intelligence with an erection.

Revolutions are not born of chance but of necessity.

Water your soul with sprinkles of self-love.

My mama said I should find a dreamer to love because it’s no fun dreaming alone.

As much as I gained from self-love, Being in love with who you are is more than enough to make you feel that you are alive.

And as Maui did I would use everything in my power to slow down the sun if it meant longer days to love you.

I see sunshine within him and it only makes me want to run into his love even more,

And remember love. In order to plant seeds in the ground, you have to break the earth.

One thing I will always love is how the world fades away when you look at me.

In the end what matters is not how good we are but how good God is. Not how much we love Him but how much He loves us. And God loves us whoever we are, whatever we’ve done or failed to do, whatever we believe or can’t.