Love is the force that brings us back together, in order to condense the experience dispersed in many lives and many parts of the world.

That is a question we cannot answer before, or even during, the trials. Only when we have overcome them do we understand why they were there.

This was freedom; to feel what the heart desired with no thought to the opinion of the rest... She was free, for love liberates.

A flower is not better when it blooms than when it is merely a bud; at each stage it is the same thing — a flower in the process of expressing its potential.

Only a man who is happy can create happiness in others.

The Martyr finds her way to self-knowledge through pain, suffering, and surrender.

Life is like cooking: before choosing what you love, try everything... ♥