We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unrecognized. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules.

Anyone who tries to imprison love will cut off the spring that feeds it, and the trapped water will grow stagnant and rank.

As he looked up at the clouds or down at the precipice, he realized that this woman was the most important thing in his life; that she was the explanation, the sole reason for the existence of those rocks, that sky, that winter. If she were not there with him, it wouldn't matter if all the angels of heaven came flying down to comfort him--Paradise would make no sense.

Don't try to be useful. Try to be yourself: that is enough & that makes all the difference.

Love lasts because it changes and not because it stays the same and never faces any challenges.

A warrior cannot lower his head - otherwise he loses sight of the horizon of his dreams.

Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere.