Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

The confession of one man humbles all.

They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.

There are sufferings that have lost their memory and do not remember why they are suffering.

Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.

Suffering is above, not below. And everyone thinks that suffering is below. And everyone wants to rise.

A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.