There Are Moments When Tribulations Occur In

Our Life Is A Constant Journey, From Birth To Death. The Landscape Changes, The People Change, Our Needs Change, But The Train Keeps Moving. Life Is The Train, Not The Station.

How Does Light Enter A House? If The Windows Are Open. How Does Light Enter A Human? If The Door Of Love Is Open.

At Every Moment Of Our Lives, We All Have One Foot In A Fairy Tale And The Other In The Abyss.

I Wept Because I Was Re-experiencing The Enthusiasm Of My Childhood; I Was Once Again A Child, And Nothing In The World Could Cause Me Harm.

Bodies Always Understand Each Other, Even When The Souls Do Not.