Each stone, each bend cries welcome to him. He identifies with the mountains and the streams, he sees something of his own soul in the plants and the animals and the birds of the field.

Perhaps they needn't even believe - it was enough that they needed angels, and the angels would return gladly.

Lovers need to know how to lose themselves and then how to find themselves again.

Sometimes, we need to be strangers to ourselves. Then the hidden light in our soul will illuminate what we need to see.

I kissed him hard. The few people in the bar must have been thinking that all they were seeing was just a kiss. They didn't know that this kiss stood for my whole life - and his life, as well. The life of anyone who has waited, dreamed, and searched for their true path. The moment of that kiss contained every happy moment I had ever lived.

We need to create a new revolution, and to do that, don’t waste your life: stop pleasing people, and become who you always wanted to be.

The old shepherd was right: The only solution was to forget a part of uncertainty and create a new history for oneself.