Life has two halves: one patient and one afire. Love is the fiery half. Make me, O Lord, food for the flames.
We shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words.
A word I want to see written on my grave: I am alive like you, and I am standing beside you. Close your eyes and look around, you will see me in front of you.
Tears have cleansed my eyes, and errors have taught me the language of the hearts.
All can hear, but only the sensitive can understand.
And how shall you punish those whose remorse is already greater than their misdeeds?