I need to write about love. I need to think and think and write about love-otherwise, my soul won’t survive.

He told himself that he would have to start reading thicker books: they lasted longer, and made more comfortable pillows.

I learned long ago that in order to heal my wounds, I must have the courage to face up with them.

We must get rid of the idea of fulfilling what people expect us to do, and start to do what we expect from our lives.

Rarely do we realize that we are in the midst of the extraordinary. Miracles occur all around us, signs from God show us the way, angels plead to be heard, but we pay little attention to them because we have been taught that we must follow certain formulas and rules if we want to find God. We do not realize that God is wherever we allow Him/Her to enter.

The srongest love is the love which is not afraid to show the weakness

Only my insanity keeps me sane in today's world.