There is no room for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing when sweet water is everywhere?
Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.
There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.
If you #โ love love, look for yourself.
The friend who knows a lot more than you do will bring difficulties, and grief, and sickness, as medicine, as happiness, as the essence of the moment when you're beaten when you hear Checkmate, and can finally say, I trust you to kill me.
The lovers of God have no religion but God alone.