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.

There is an afterlife. I am convinced of this.

There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.

Postpone joy, it will diminish. Postpone a problem, it will grow.

I want to continue being crazy; living my life the way I dream it, and not the way the other people want it to be.

Setting out rules for waging war (the Geneva Convention).

Mari remembered what she had read in the young girl's eyes the moment she had come into the refectory: fear. Fear. Veronika might feel insecurity, shyness, shame, constraint, but why fear? That was only justifiable when confronted by a real threat: ferocious animals, armed attackers, earthquakes, but not a group of people gathered together in a refectory. But human beings are like that,' she thought. 'We've replaced nearly all our emotions with fear.