Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.

Love is such a vast sea, it has neither edges nor ends nor corners.

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, "How are you?" and no one says How aren’t you?

You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.

Fasting blinds the body in order to open the eyes of your soul.

To me nothing in the world is as precious as a genuine smile, especially from a child.