Somewhere you are holding the person I love," the boy said. "So, when I look out over your sands, I am also looking at her. I want to return to her, and I need your help so that I can turn myself into the wind.
And the best way to know who we are is often to find out how others see us.
All you have to do is to pay attention; lessons always arrive when you are ready.
You are free, but you have to choose. An open oven bakes no bread
The only thing tragedy gives us is the opportunity to rebuild our life.
We must marry, have children, reproduce the species.