Some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.

Love is a one-way street. Love, like respect isn't something you get; it's something you give

One, what would happen if everyone did this thing? Two, would this help or hinder the movement toward universal ultimate complexity?

Let me explain something to you. Look around here. How many people do you count? Sixty, eighty, eighty people? Greeks, Germans, Italians, French, Americans. Tourists from everywhere. Eating, drinking, talking, laughing. And from Bombay - Indians and Iranians and Afghans and Arabs and Africans. But how many of these people have real power, real destiny, real dynamic for their place, and their time, and the lives of thousand of people? I will tell you - four. Four people in this room with power, and the rest are like the rest of the people everywhere: powerless, sleepers in the dream.

I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have, and can't give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

If fate doesn't make you laugh, you just don't get the joke.

Sometimes, you have to surrender before you win.