Every search begins with beginner's luck. And every search ends with the victor's being severely tested." The boy remembered an old proverb from his country. It said that the darkest hour of the night came just before the dawn.

Everything, absolutely everything on this earth makes sense, and even the smallest things are worthy of our consideration.

I am love, I am music, she thinks. Let’s dance.

Be a source of joy. And let haters complain about the world.

Every Warrior of the Light has, at least once, believed he was not a Warrior of the Light.

Sometimes love blinds us, other times it let's us see.

If we resist the temptation to allow other people to define who we are, then we will gradually be able to let the sun inside our own soul shine forth.