And I began to feel sorry for myself; for so many years, my drawer full of memories had held the same old stories.

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

I've noticed that loneliness gets stronger when we try to face it down, but gets weaker when we simply ignore it.

They make a secret pact with themelves never to think about the future.

Each person is different and each one will reach God by his or her own path.

The person who is right is the person who is the strongest, in this case, paradoxically, it's the cowards who are the brave ones, and they manage to impose their ideas on everyone else.

From that day on, it was the desert that would be important. She would look to it everyday, and would try to guess which star the boy was following in search of his treasure. She would have to send her kisses on the wind hoping that the wind would touch the boy's face, and would tell him that she was alive.