“The meaning of life? Is feel! Increase that sound! Tickle someone! Enjoy the warmth of the sun! Go aimlessly for 30 minutes! Only register in the heart!”

“What happiness?Here we have a kind of what they call a multiple choice question.Like any difficult question, let's go through elimination.Happiness is not really about having a good job, but obviou...”

“The past is a lake in which you add every day a glass with your attitudes. How crystal clear is water?”

“One fine day she left the past behind and gave privacy to the future. He took his now to take a walk, watch the sun, listen to good music, spread smiles and be grateful!”

“Past, of not being able to change. Future, of not being able to predict. Now, to be transformed into a better past and a prosperous future.”

“One of the most important words for interacting is MISTAKE. Because is a reaction of TRY, proposes LEARNING, the meaning stirs with as PEOPLE. Do not give up on your dreams for fear of making mista...”

“Life is about accepting the challenges along the way, choosing to keep moving forward, and savoring the journey.”

“I don't run away from a challenge because I am afraid. Instead, I run towards it because the only way to escape fear is to trample it beneath your foot”

“What makes you so dare to challenge me, kiddo?It ain't about you, Sir. I just wanna confront my fear.”

“Love is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judg...”

“you might want to decide fast. We live in a dangerous world. If you see a chance to be happy, you have to fight for it, so later you have no regrets.”

“For I amor I wasone of those people who pride themselves in on their willpower, on their ability to make a decision and carry it through. This virtue, like most virtues, is ambiguity itself. People...”

“I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what...”

“His pen spoke more to her than he ever did.In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.”

“How might I get over this? How would I be able to overlook the way he used to be with me? How could I overlook that his fingers touched my indiscernible soul before it twisted my nipples? How might...”