The heart's affections are like cedar branches; if the tree should lose a strong branch, it suffers, but doesn't die. It spills all the vitality in the branch next to it, so that it may grow and fill the empty space.
The song of the sea ends on the shore or in the hearts of those who listen?
Make sure that every season should hold within it all the others , and the present one embrace the past with rememberance, and the future with anticipation.
Weird: the desire of some pleasures is part of my pain.
How can I lose faith in the justice of life when the dreams of who sleeps in feathers aren't nicer than of those of who sleeps on the ground?
The first kiss.
Is the first sip from the cup of life's nectar, that the goddess filled for us. It's the dividing line between doubt that tangles the spirit and saddens the heart, and the certainty that floods the joy of the self. It's the first beginning of the song of life and the first act of the drama of Man considered in his Idea. It's the unifying bond between the extraneousness of the past and the brightness of the future; the link between the silence of feelings and their unfolded song. It's the word expressed by four lips that declare the heart as a throne, love as a king, and loyalty his crown. It's the tender touch of the delicate fingers of a breeze on a rose's lips, that expresses itself with a satisfied smile and a sweet sigh.
It's the beginning of that magic vibration that transports lovers from a weightful and measureful world to that of dreams and revelations.
It's the union of two odorous flowers; and the mixing of their scents towards the creation of a third soul.
As the first look is like a seed that the goddess threw in the human heart's field, so is the first kiss the first flower on the extremity of the branch on the Tree of Life.
They think I'm mad because I'm not willing to sell my days for gold... and I think them crazy because they think my days may have a price.
Your sons aren't your sons,
they're sons and daughters of life itself.
You give them life, but you don't create them.
They're close to you, but they're not yours.
You can give them all your love, but not your ideas,
because they have their own ideas.
You can house their body, but not their
soul,
because their soul lives in the house of what'll occur,
where you aren't supposed to go, not even through dreams.
You can try to look like them, but not that they
look like you,
because life doesn't go back and doesn't stop
at yesterday.
You're the arch that shoots your sons towards tomorrow.
If you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work.
True love isn't either physical or romantic.
True love is acceptance of everything that is, that was, will and won't be.
The happiest people aren't necessarily those who enjoy the best of everything, but those that gain the best of wht they have.
Life isn't about surviving the storm, but about how to dance in the rain!