Love Cannot Be Explained, Yet It Explains

No Reason To Feel Depressed About Being Depressed. A Depression Can Be A Golden Opportunity To Collect The Pieces And Build Ourselves Anew. Global Souls Are Always On The Move, Nomads At Heart, Connected To Various Cities, Commuters Between Cultures, Both From Here And Everywhere.

Hell Is In The Here And Now. So Is Heaven. Quit Worrying About Hell Or Dreaming About Heaven, As They Are Both Present Inside Us This Very Moment. Every Time We Fall In Love, We Ascend To Heaven. Every Time We Hate, Envy, Or Fight Someone, We Tumble Straight Into The Fires Of Hell.

Believers Are Each Other's Mirrors.

Bountiful Is Your Life, Full And Complete. Or So You Think, Until Someone Comes Along And Makes You Realize What You Have Been Missing All This Time. Like A Mirror That Reflects What Is Absent Rather Than Present, He Shows You The Void In Your Soul—the Void You Have Resisted Seeing. That Person Can Be A Lover, A Friend, Or A Spiritual Master. Sometimes It Can Be A Child To Look After. What Matters Is To Find The Soul That Will Complete Yours. All The Prophets Have Given The Same Advice: Find The One Who Will Be Your Mirror!".

Sometimes I Feel I Have More Faith In European Ideals Than Some Of My British Or French Friends. For Them, It's A Financial Burden. For Me, Europe Is Primarily About Values, About Fundamental Rights, Freedom, Women's Rights.