I love you like a river that begins as a solitary trickle in the mountains and gradually grows and joins other rivers until, after a certain point, it can flow around any obstacle in order to get where it wants.

Even stopped clocks are right twice a day.

Love is, after all, a curse of suffering.

No, I never saw an angel, but it is irrelevant whether I saw one or not. I feel their presence around me.

Today, writers want to impress other writers.

A Warrior of the Light shares with others what he knows of the path.

The soul loves all things beautiful and deep.