Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched; they must be felt with the heart.

The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.

Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of the overcoming of it.

A lack of transparency results in distrust and a deep sense of insecurity.

Embrace your solitude and love it. Endure the pain it causes, and try to sing out with it.

Success is finding satisfaction in giving a little more than you take.