Nobody has the power to take two steps together; you can take only one step at a time.

Discover yourself, otherwise you have to depend on other people's opinions who don't know themselves.

If love can not keep you together, nothing else can keep you together. And if

True freedom is always spiritual. It has something to do with your innermost being, which cannot be chained, handcuffed, or put into a jail.

The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death.

Nobody is superior, nobody is inferior, but nobody is equal either. People are simply unique, incomparable. You are you, I am I.

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.

You are not accidental. The world needs you. Without you, something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it.

NOW is the only reality. All else is either memory or imagination.

Don't try to force anything. Let life be a deep let-go. God opens millions of flowers everyday without forcing their buds

The whole world is a cyclone. But once you have found the center, the cyclone disappears. This nothingness is the ultimate peak of consciousness.

one is good but ten is better. together is a powerful, beautiful, and peaceful.

The world is so full of possibilities that dogmatism is simply indecent.

When you can leave a race track and there's people in tears because they won and (people) in tears because they got crashed, you know, that's what brings us to the race track.

I pick up my guitar and play. Something might come, and then the pen comes out. Then an edit, until something comes out that you're actually satisfied with.

I'm proud of my background, so I hope there will be more roles where Hispanics are being portrayed

Of course you have to support the troops. They're just kids. They're doing for their country what's expected of them.

People can criticise me all day long. It just washes off me. You might as well be talking to a wall.

Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes. It falls upon her. Love is like dying.

The truth is that the past exists no more than the future, even though it feels as though it does.