Krishna was once asked what was the most miraculous thing in all creation, and he replied, "That a man should wake each morning and believe deep in his heart that he will live forever, even though he knows that he is doomed.

You search endlessly for permanent happiness in a world where nothing is permanent.

The seconds tick. They always do. The power of an entire sun cannot stop them even for a moment, and so death comes between the moments, like a thief of light in the dark.

That is the mysterious thing about tragedy- it often strikes at the happiest moment.

There comes a time for everybody when words and reasons can become such a great weariness.

Yet, ironically, it is her very wretchedness that makes me pity her so. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know what to do!

God is God. His name doesn't matter.