When we both experienced the love that consumes, we shared in the Absolute. The Absolute shows each of us who we really are; it is an enormous web of cause and effect, where every small gesture made by one person affects the life of someone else. This morning, that slice of the Absolute was still very much alive in my soul. I was seeing not only you but everything there is in the world, unlimited by space or time.

We must struggle for our dreams, but when certain paths prove impossible, it would be best to save our energies in order to travel other roads.

If you say it was the "last" time, it might well turn out to be the last. What you meant was "the most recent time I was here".

Miracles only happen if you believe in miracles.

All love stories are the same.

A writer always wears glasses and never combs his hair. Half the time he feels angry about everything and the other half depressed. He spends most of his life in bars, arguing with other dishevelled, bespectacled writers. He says very 'deep' things. He always has amazing ideas for the plot of his next novel, and hates the one he has just published.

Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say