If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

Tender words we spoke to one another are sealed in the secret vaults of heaven. One day like rain, they will fall to earth and grow green all over the world.

I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.

Not the ones speaking the same language, but the ones sharing the same feeling understand each other.

There is no Love greater than Love with no object. For then you, yourself, have become love, itself.

A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute

If you don't try to fly and so break yourself apart, you will be broken open by death, when it's too late for all you could become.