Mari remembered what she had read in the young girl's eyes the moment she had come into the refectory: fear. Fear. Veronika might feel insecurity, shyness, shame, constraint, but why fear? That was only justifiable when confronted by a real threat: ferocious animals, armed attackers, earthquakes, but not a group of people gathered together in a refectory. But human beings are like that,' she thought. 'We've replaced nearly all our emotions with fear.

I have been told that beauty is the great seducer of men.

A Warrior trusts other people because, first and foremost, he trusts himself.

By sharing something, I realized that I'm not alone, that there are a lot of people that share with me the same preoccupations, the same ideas, the same ideals, and the same quest for a meaning for this life.

People never leave, we are always here in our past and future lives.

The Gift belongs to whoever chooses to accept it. It is enough to believe and not to be afraid to make a few mistakes.

Straight roads do not make skillful drivers.