Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel - I am the carpenter of my own soul.

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."

DNA tells you all the secrets of life, ’ he used to say. Except for one—how to live it.

We have story-makers and we have writers apparently most of the today's writing falls into the first category.

[On Denmark:] ... that little country of cottage cheese and courage.

Even the most thorough change happens once choice at a time

To think confidently, act confidently... Act the way you want to feel.

First you write down your goal; your second job is to break down your goal into a series of steps, beginning with steps which are absurdly easy.

I'm scared to fall in love, afraid to love so fast, cuz everytime I fall in love, it seems to never last.

Let me explain my job very simply: My job is to line up five, seven, 10 yards in front of a man and run into him at full speed.

It wasn't until after private lessons and learning bass lines that I even noticed bass in the music I was listening to at that age. My ears were blown wide open.

So be my passing! My task accomplished and the long day done, My wages taken, and in my heart Some late lark singing, Let me be gathered in the quiet west, The sundown splendid and serene, Death.