Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

If all you can do is crawl, start crawling.

For the thirst to possess your love, Is worth my blood a hundred times.

Do thou smile like the rose at loss and gain; For the rose, though its petals be torn asunder, Still smiles on, and it is never cast down.

Darkness may hide the trees and the flowers from the eyes but it cannot hide love from the soul.

Keep digging your well. Water is there somewhere.

Give yourself a kiss. If you want to hold the beautiful one, hold yourself.