None Of Us Can Know What Tomorrow

We Have To Listen To The Child We Once Were, The Child Who Still Exists Inside Us. That Child Understands Magic Moments. We Can Stifle Its Cries, But We Cannot Silence Its Voice.the Child We Once Were Is Still There. Blessed Are The Children, For Theirs Is The Kingdom Of Heaven.if We Are Not Reborn If We Cannot Learn To Look At Life With The Innocence And The Enthusiasm O Childhood It Makes No Sense To Go On Living.

But If I Don’t Think About Love, I Will Be Nothing.

The Moment Of That Kiss Contained Every Happy Moment I Had Ever Lived.

The Warrior Of The Light Concentrates On The Small Miracles Of Daily Life.

Every Warrior Of The Light Has Suffered For The Most Trivial Of Reasons.