Fear of failure leads to failure.

No, I never saw an angel, but it is irrelevant whether I saw one or not. I feel their presence around me.

We buy books, we go to gyms, we expend a lot of brain power on trying to hold back time, when we should be celebrating the miracle of being here in this world.

He never falls into the trap of the word "freedom".

My brained warned me, but my heart didn't want to take its advice.

After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.

True love, is the love that seduces and will never allow itself to be seduced.