Life is not a sprint. It was never meant to be. It is just a step of faith after another.
Roses can grow in slums just as weeds can grow around mansions.
You should always be careful of what you say in parting.
When I think of God I feel like an ant crawling into a computer.
People can become so blinded by their own perceived victimhood that they make victims of everyone around them.
The depth of love is revealed in its departure.
In the beginning, I had considered these stops on my journey as interruptions – but I’m coming to understand that perhaps these detours are my journey.
Some so fear the future that they suffocate the present. It’s like committing suicide to avoid being murdered.
Things that seem bad at the time are really blessings.
Maybe, if we just accepted our deaths, we might finally start to live.
We are all in motion. Always. Those who are not climbing toward something are descending toward nothing.
The universe is a trillion, trillion threads moving in seemingly unrelated directions. Yet when you look at them together, they create a remarkable tapestry.
We spend our life building higher fences and stronger locks, when the gravest dangers are already inside.
We all arrive on Earth with a round-trip ticket.
We stone our prophets, then build monuments to them after they’re gone.
Magna est veritas, et praevalebit: truth is mighty, and will prevail.
I’ve yet to read a love story that compares with mine.
That which we expect of life is indeed all that it ever can be.
It was the first time that I had ever been romantically kissed. It was even better than the chocolate cake.
Some men see mountains as obstacles. Others as a canvas.