Life is short; love is longer.
Your love brought me closer to God.
Every book has to wait for the right time to be read and understood.
To be wise means to know when to stay silent.
It is your ego that needs to explain itself. The self just is.
If on any given day you don’t cry from rejoicing in the beauty of the world, then you have not lived that day.
Love fills the infinite.
Maybe when we face a tragedy, someone, somewhere is preventing a bigger tragedy from happening.
May we always see life through love-coloured glasses.
If only we studied the stars as much as we study our own reflections.
Truth is unoriginal.
To begin to know ourselves we must have sincere conversations with ourselves as if with a good friend. We must answer without reserve, listen without judgement, and accept without condition. That is self-love.
You have brought me back to myself.
For how can any human be separate from humanity and humanness?
Break open your heart so that I may enter it.
I write to understand what I know.
You are my favourite part of life.
All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love.
If you write then you are reborn because by writing about the moment, you can relive it for a second time.
The reason as to why a human cannot give birth to himself is because he needs someone to help him. We are altricial, or helpless at birth, because we have to depend on others so that later in life when we are capable, we help those in need. And this is very much part of the circle of life.