You are free, but you have to choose. An open oven bakes no bread

Many of us are returning from a long journey during which we were forced to search for things that were of no interest to us. Now we realize that they were false. But this return cannot be made without pain, because we have been away for a long time and feel that we are strangers in out own land. It will take some time to find the friends who also left, and the places where our roots and treasures lie. But this will happen.

As long as you still have one bridge left, nothing is lost. But from the moment that you cannot even understand the storytelling or the music of other cultures anymore, then we become strangers to each other and the situation will become very complicated.

When you are in love, things make even more sense, he thought.

I don't choose. Normally it's the book that chooses me.

The Warrior of the Light never forgets the old saying: The good little goat doesn't bleat.

I carry with me many scars, but I also carry with me moments that would not have happened if I had not dared to go beyond my limits