No one should let themselves get used to anything.
Empty your mind, stop thinking about anything, simply be.
We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unrecognized. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules.
May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him.
My brained warned me, but my heart didn’t want to take its advice.
But now I knew that true love was above all that and that it would be better to die than to fail to love.
Even if loving meant leaving, or solitude, or sorrow, love was worth every penny of its price.
Men always have their reasons. But the fact is that they always wind up leaving.
Most human beings still cannot trust love.
Love perseveres. It’s men who change.
I will be able to love above all discontentment. To give even when I am stripped of everything. To dry tears even when I am still crying. To believe even when I am discredited.
Time heals almost everything. But when you are healed, you are too old to enjoy.
When something undesirable grows in my soul, I ask God to give me the courage to mercilessly pluck it out.
Facing the difficulties, I can choose either to be a poor victim or a great adventurer.
I was not I, I was nothing – and that seemed to me quite marvelous.
The rain is falling ever harder, and all I can hear is the sound of the water. I’m drenched, but I can’t move. I don’t want to leave, because I don’t know where to go.
I’ve discovered my vocation. I want to be a writer.
I want to be a writer, not an engineer who writes books.
As he mused about these things, he realized that he had to choose between thinking of himself as the poor victim of a thief and as an adventurer in quest of his treasure.
The story of one person is the story of all of humanity.