By the River Piedra I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river -- leaves, insects, the feathers of birds -- is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget.

Everything is allowed, except interrupting a manifestation of love.

The extraordinary lies in the path of ordinary people.

The taste of things recovered is the sweetest honey we will ever know.

When you find your way you cannot be scared. You need to be brave enough to take wrong steps. The deceptions, failures, lack of enthusiasm, are tools that God places in our way to reveal the path.

Only the possibility of carrying out a dream makes our life worth living.

Only someone who can say 'I love you' is capable of saying 'I forgive you.