Life has two halves: one patient and one afire. Love is the fiery half. Make me, O Lord, food for the flames.

Love passes by us, robed in meekness; but we flee from her in fear, or hide in the darkness; or else pursue her, to do evil in her name.

The reality of the other person is not in what he reveals to you, but in what he cannot reveal to you. Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says but rather to what he does not say.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

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.

life unfolds itself in mysteries ways.

Love is trembling happiness.