One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
We become aware of the void as we fill it.
When you made me into another, I left you with me.
I stop wanting what I am looking for, looking for it.
The fear of separation is all that unites.
Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.
Situated in some nebulous distance I do what I do so that the universal balance of which I am a part may remain a balance.
I know what I have given you... I do not know what you have received.
Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison.
In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.
The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.
When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.
The shadows: some hide, others reveal.
Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.
A large heart can be filled with very little.
They will say you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.
Night is a world lit by itself.
Even the smallest of creatures carries the sun in its eyes.
When I break any of the chains that bind me I feel that I make myself smaller.