One can talk good and shower down roses, but it's the receiver that has to walk through the thorns, and all its false expectations.

It's dangerous to mistake our wishes for God's will.

Nothing is in the middle of somewhere, surrounded by everything, where everyone is someplace, and still lacking the someone, I need most.

We watch the sky, we watch it alive and we watch it die, looking for signs. We live like wind, with hope in wings that we will get there, never sooner or never later, but at a right time.

Rather blessings, after counting my misfortunes, I realized how the more blessed I am.

Don't let someone keep putting out the flame God keeps re-lighting, we all have a purpose. As a wing to a bird. As wind that goes the destiny over the sea.