You don't need to pretend you're strong, you mustn't always show that everything is going fine, you can't worry about what others think, if you should feel the need to cry do so because crying is good, to the last tear, because only then you can go back to smiling.
The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.
Once, he said to her: "You are like me, you are different from most people. You are Kamala, nothing else, and inside of you, there is a peace and refuge, to which you can go at every hour of the day and be at home at yourself, as I can also do. Few people have this, and yet all could have it. (From "Siddharta")
I simply believe that some part of the human Self or Soul is not subject to the laws of space and time.
My God, explain me love how you can love the flesh without kissing the spirit.
The pages become white, it lacks ink to life.
If the air narrated me about you I would want to lose myself in the wind, there I would listen to your words and sighs, there I would be close to your soul and to the warmth of your heart.
Already since then the feelings were those that should've remained for ever: the uncertainty of his own worth, a constant oscillating between self-esteem and dejection, between an idealism which lied above al worldly matter and a natural appetite of the senses, and now as then, even a hundred times later did I see those traits in my nature sometimes as a despicable illness, and sometimes as a sign of worth.
Behind lives sublime, there is always something tragic. Large trials are needed because a tiny flower can flourish.
If everyone worked to earn their own bread and nothing more, there would be enough bread and free time for all... Our needs would reduce to the minimum, our food would simplefy itself. So we would eat to live, intead of living for eating.