At that moment, it seemed to him that time stood still, and the Soul of the World surged within him. When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke — the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert. Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had theirs here at the well.

We always have a tendency to see those things that do not exist and to be blind to the great lessons that are right there before our eyes.

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

...and I discovered something: the meaning of my life was whatever I wanted it to be.

I made some mistakes, but I wasn’t a coward. I lived my life and did what I had to do.

If there is suffering, then it's best to accept it, because it won't go away just because you pretend it's not there. If there is joy, then it's best to accept that too, even though you're afraid it might end one day.

It is the imperfect that astonishes and attracts us.