Love can take us to heaven or hell, but it always takes us somewhere. Therefore, be prepared to travel...
There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.
This is what we call love. When you are loved, you can do anything in creation. When you are loved, there’s no need at all to understand what’s happening, because everything happens within you.
What is a teacher? I’ll tell you: it isn’t someone who teaches something, but someone who inspires the student to give of her best in order to discover what she already knows.
Life always waits for some crisis to occur before revealing itself at its most brilliant.
When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better, too.
Don’t allow your mind to tell your heart what to do. The mind gives up easily.
Nothing in this world happens by chance.
To love is to lose control.
If there is any possible consolation in the tragedy of losing someone we love very much, it’s the necessary hope that perhaps it was for the best.
Freedom is not the absence of commitments, but the ability to choose – and commit myself to – what is best for me.
Life has many ways of testing a person’s will, either by having nothing happen at all or by having everything happen all at once.
The danger of an adventure is worth a thousand days of ease and comfort.
We always know which is the best road to follow, but we follow only the road that we have become accustomed to.
There is no time to leave important words unsaid.
You can't avoid pain, but you can choose to overcome it.
The simple things are also the most extraordinary things, and only the wise can see them.
Hurry up: your dreams are waiting for you, but they will not wait forever.
Remember your dreams and fight for them. You must know what you want from life. There is just one thing that makes your dream become impossible: the fear of failure.
Everything seemed wrapped in an aura of oppressive silence; it seemed that no one wanted to share their inner world with strangers.