we are human beings, we are born full of guilt; we feel terrified when happiness becomes a real possibility.

When I had nothing to lose, I had everything. When I stopped being who I am, I found myself.

The Martyr finds her way to self-knowledge through pain, suffering, and surrender.

I cannot lose the one thing that keeps me alive : hope -

The world has a soul and whoever understands that soul can also understand the language of many things.

I am not happy, and the quest for happiness as a principal objective is not part of my world. Of course, ever since I can remember, I have done what I felt like doing.

Our selfishness will condemn us to the worst suffering that we ourselves have invented - loneliness.