Know this: whenever you think of leaving, a part of you has already left. But it’s never too late to get it back.
Because you have been blessed with the gift of life, it is your duty to help others. We are all responsible for one another.
I began to write because of love. I wrote to understand what I felt and what I knew.
Each of us is like all of us and like no one else.
Want to help others? Be yourself. You’ll inspire others to muster the courage to be themselves as well.
You must have hope in a better future and have faith in this hope. But then you must forget your hope and focus on this moment now.
A veces un escritor simplemente encuentra nuevas maneras de decir lo que ya se ha dicho porque, al final, la verdad es poco original.
This is the only truth in the world that was necessary yesterday, is necessary today, and will continue to be necessary tomorrow: be conscious of now.
Love is our religion. Love is our light. It is the only thing that gives us any hope.
The closest thing to perfection is imperfection.
God’s existence is reaffirmed once we fall in with another.
This body is the house of God.
It is a dangerous thing to substitute reading or writing for living. Live first, then write.
There are some days we can claim and there are other days that claim us.
Your attention is so sacred that if you truly look for beauty and grace, you will find it in everything.
In the beginning was love, and love was with God, and love was God.
Our minds have this strange ability to make associations using ourselves as a reference point. They create our identities based on our relation to people and things. They aim for control because ownership falsely promises us an elevated sense of self. But this is exactly the opposite of love. When we fall in love, we disidentify and get lost for a little while in a song, a beautiful painting, and most of all, we get lost in our lover. And through their love, we find our true infinite selves.
To love is to finally live.
We live only for the hope of love.
The greatest moments in our lives occur when we surrender: birth, love, and death.
In life, there are brief and momentary opportunities that ask us to assert our existence. Although a creative impulse, they can be destructive, because they make us veer away from our normal patterns and habits. Life is compelling us to take these small acts of rebellion so we can go beyond the edges of ourselves, and by doing so, we end up rediscovering ourselves. These moments are a great reminder that, like all other animals, we are, and will always be, wild.