I never wanted to be a martyr—even for love. I don’t want to die for love. I want to live for it.

For me,you are fresh waterthat falls from treeswhen it has stopped raining. For me, you are cinnamon that lingers on the tongue and givesbitter wordssweetening.For me, you are the scent of violins and visionof valleys smiling.And still,for me, your loveliness never ends.It traverses the worldand finds its way back to me.Only me.

Why do you feel so powerless? Go spend an hour with ants. Each of those black specks you see is a life. One whole life that you can save, take, or affect in some way. You have the power to make so many lives better. It is within you. Don’t lose sight of that.

I think falling in love is like discovering the magic of books. You think to yourself, 'how was I living before this?

Our daily prayer ought to be: Please universe, help me help myself and help me show others how to help themselves.

Share yourself with me. I will never judge you. I am here and I will stay here only to love you.