“Reality is Like Mother NatureSometimes BeautifulSometimes Painful Sometimes Memorable Sometimes ForgetfulSometimes CaringSometimes HarshBut we all Accept it Because its the Same For EVERYONE!”

“When People Say How Can you Watch that, I reply Saying It Seems Your Imagination is Not as Good as mine Then Leave.”

“We All hate our Daily Lives, That why We Fantasise About that one moment When Fantasy Becomes Our Reality, Then We Love Our Lives”

“The Only Way You Can truly Know yourself, Is to Leave Your World And Experience Others.”

“Knowledge is the Best Weapon, Experience is the Best Teacher,Respect is the Best Admirer, But Life Is the Best Answer”

“I know I could be Anything,But i rather Be Myself.”

“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”

“If I am going to be drownedif I am going to be drownedif I am going to be drowned, why, in the name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate sand and t...”

“I'm an Earth ecstatic, and my creed is simple: All life is sacred, life loves life, and we are capable of improving our behavior toward one another. As basic as that is, for me it's also tonic and ...”

“She was bendable light: she shone around every corner of my day.”

“Over the summit, I saw the so-called Mono desert lying dreamily silent in the thick, purple light -- a desert of heavy sun-glare beheld from a desert of ice-burnished granite.”

“Love is a weapon of Light, and it has the power to eradicate all forms of darkness. That is the key. When we offer love even to our enemies, we destroy their darkness and hatred...”

“Work should be personal. For all of us. Not just for the artist and entrepreneur. Work should have meaning for the accountant, the construction worker, the technologist, the manager and the clerk.”

“I used to think of work as a bad word. Back in the corporate world, work was something that prevented me from living, something that kept me from feeling satisfied or fulfilled or passionate. Even ...”

“It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embr...”