Anyone who knows God cannot describe Him. Anyone who can describe God does not know Him.

We can never found the soul, just as we can never wound God, but we become imprisoned by our memories, and that makes our lives wretched, even when we have everything we need in order to be happy.

The Saint finds her true reason for living in unconditional love and in her ability to give without asking anything in return.

Sometimes the best of gods gift's arrive by the shattering of all the window panes.

Be blessed. And just as you are transforming your own life, may you transform the lives of those around you. When they ask, do not forget to give. When they knock at your door, be sure to open it. When they lose something and come to you, do whatever you can to help them find what they have lost. First, though, ask; knock at the door and find what is missing in your life. A hunter always knows what to expect - eat or be eaten.

but something always went wrong, and the relationship would end precisely at the moment when she was sure that this was the person with whom she wanted to spend the rest of her life. After a long time, she came to the conclusion that men brought only pain, frustration, suffering and a sense of time dragging.

Facing the difficulties, I can choose either to be a poor victim or a great adventurer.