And then one day you realise that if you want to be rich, you'd have to give away almost everything you own.

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

A man's shortcoming lies in the belief that he must always assert his manliness. A woman's shortcoming lies in the belief that she must always repress it.

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

These poems are cupsthat I pour my love into.Here, Drink!

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.