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".

Because when everyone dreams, but only a few realize their dreams, that makes cowards of us all.

Why do we have to listen to our hearts?” the boy asked, when they had made camp that day. “Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you’ll find your treasure.” “But my heart is agitated,” the boy said. “It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it’s become passionate over a woman of the dessert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights when I’m thinking about her.” “Well, that’s good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say.

Our true friends are those who are with us when the good things happen. They cheer us on and are pleased by our triumphs.

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.

Problems of the heart always bruised the soul.

I am not saying that I am different, but I don't have emotional pain. I may be angry and I may be peaceful, but no emotional pain.