The world lies in the hands of those that have the courage to dream and who take the risk of living out their dreams – each according to his or her own talent.
You don’t need to explain your dreams. They belong to you.
I have seen many storms in my life. Most storms have caught me by surprise, so I had to learn very quickly to look further and understand that I am not capable of controlling the weather, to exercise the art of patience and to respect the fury of nature.
No one lights a lamp in order to hide it behind the door: the purpose of light is to create more light, to open people’s eyes, to reveal the marvels around.
You drown not by falling into a river, but by staying submerged in it.
We have lost contact with reality, the simplicity of life.
Dreams cannot be tamed. Dreamers cannot be ruled.
Sometimes it’s better to leave things as they are, he thought to himself, and decided to say nothing.
An encounter with the superior energy is open to anyone but remains far from those who shift responsibility onto others.
This is the first teaching of the Knights: You will erase everything you had written in the book of your life up until now: restlessness, uncertainty, lies. And in the place of all this you will write the word courage.
Success is falling down 7 times and getting up 8!
I’m like everyone else – I see the world in terms of what I would like to see happen, not what actually does.
People want to change everything and, at the same time, want it all to remain the same.
People learn twenty-five percent from their teacher, twenty-five percent from listening to themselves, twenty-five percent from their friends, and twenty-five percent from time.
After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn’t bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it’s a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it’s sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we’re doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.
An awareness of death encourages us to live more intensely.
There was a time when people accepted magical experiences as natural. There were no priests then, and no one went chasing after the secrets of the occult.
A prayer couched in the words of the soul, is far more powerful than any ritual.
Love was a feeling completely bound up with color, like thousands of rainbows superimposed one on top of the other.
Intense, unexpected suffering passes more quickly than suffering that is apparently bearable; the latter goes on for years and, without our noticing, eats away at our souls, until, one day, we are no longer able to free ourselves from the bitterness and it stays with us for the rest of our lives.