we have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its voice.The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.If we are not reborn if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and the enthusiasm o childhood it makes no sense to go on living.

People need not fear the unknown if they are capable of achieving what they need and want.

Our sexual energy, when not properly mastered, is transformed into anger.

What interests me in life is curiosity, challenges, the good fight with its victories and defeats.

Ever since time began, people have recognized their true Love by the light in their eyes.

Dreams are the language of God.

Oddly enough I never used to suffer from depression on cold, gray, cloudy days like this. I feel as if nature is in harmony with me, that it reflected my soul.