Be drunk with Love, for Love is all that exists. Where is intimacy found if not in the give and take of Love.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love

I LOVE my friends neither with my heart nor with my mind. Just in case... HEART might stop. MIND can forget. I Love them with my Soul. SOUL never stops or forgets.

Whenever you are alone, remind yourself that God has sent everyone else away so that there is only you and Him.

Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart.

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

When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.

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

It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you

Last night I begged the Wise One to tell me the secret of the world. Gently, gently, he whispered, "Be quiet, the secret cannot be spoken, It is wrapped in silence."

joy is not just about being happy. Joy is a rigorous spiritual practice of saying yes to life on life’s terms

I was shy, ” said six-foot-one of bashful male. He grunted as a sharp, feminine elbow thudded inconspicuously into his side.

Hallo, Rabbit,” he said, “is that you?” "Let’s pretend it isn’t,” said Rabbit, “and see what happens.

When we want to reach a dream for the second time, you want it to come true, when you try so hard, you are so close to achieving it, it makes things very difficult to live with afterwards.

Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope and without hope nothing can survive.

I was a modest, good-humoured boy. It is Oxford that has made me insufferable.

There's a danger in loving somebody too much, and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust.

Even if loving meant leaving, or solitude, or sorrow, love was worth every penny of its price.

The people fancy they hate poetry, and they are all poets and mystics.