Fear echoes your self-defined limitations, not your actual ones. To change your self-image, you must face what scares you.

Once trust is built, distance cannot kill it. Time and space alone cannot destroy authentic connection.

The history of your happiness is the history of your feeling connected.

To know yourself, you must first sacrifice the illusion that already you do.

A soul mate is not found. A soul mate is recognized.

Only love that continues to flow in the face of anger, blame, and indifference can be called love. All else is simply a transaction.

If you do not respect your own wishes, no one else will. You will simply attract people who disrespect you as much as you do.

The important thing is for me to feel love towards my fellow human beings—and sometimes, that has to be at a distance.

Self-love is essential. Until you can learn how to feel loved in an empty room, you will not feel loved for very long in any other room.

There is no quick fix-all procedure to heal your insecurities. Like any relationship, the relationship with yourself must be built and re-built one kind, loving conversation at a time.

Have the courage to love yourself like you always wished someone would.

The wound made by hurting with fire will heal but the wound created by harsh words uttered using out tongue leaves an indelible scar.

Yeah, I read history. But it doesn't make you nice. Hitler read history, too.

Still, this whole grim reaper thing should have come with a manual. Or a diagram of some kind. A flowchart would have been nice.

We face the future fortified with the lessons we have learned from the past. It is today that we must create the world of the future.

My life is a stairway to heaven, not a 'decline into decrepitude.

Walt Whitman is HOT! I mean, that guy could sound his barbaric yawps over the roofs of my world any time.

I have composed several pieces which are performed outdoors, not only in the auditoria.

As long as it says Metallica on the record it's Metallica.

The Charkha in the hands of a poor widow brings a paltry price to her, in the hands of Jawaharlal; it is an instrument of India's freedom.

Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied.