There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.
We are what our thoughts have made us; so take care about what you think. Words are secondary. Thoughts live; they travel far.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, but it's a hell of a lot of fun to travel.
If you need inspiration, don't do it.
If someone in your life talked to you the way you talk to yourself, you would have left them long ago
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.
We are what our thoughts have made us; so take care about what you think. Words are secondary. Thoughts live; they travel far.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, but it's a hell of a lot of fun to travel.
If you need inspiration, don't do it.
If someone in your life talked to you the way you talk to yourself, you would have left them long ago
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.