Life is the never-ending story of searching for beauty.

courage is the key to open every door

my darling girl –if only you knewwhich wondrous turnslife has in store for you

Goals, goals, goals ... You talk as if life were a competition.

the only race you have to runis with yourself

My mother always spoke of a “flowering period” of each and every human being in which his or her true beauty comes to light – from the inside and the outside.I didn't have it in the past.I look at old photographs and think: “Darling, that hasn't been you. That has been you on the way to your own self, but still lightyears away.”Meanwhile, I am more myself than I could have been in the past.

The people here are different.They walk differently. Talk differently.They are more considerable.In the sequence of their steps, their countenances, their gestures, their words.The people, the mood, and life itself ... walks at a slower pace.But not the sea – it's rough, vivacious, tempestuous as it has always been.Just like me, in the depths of my soul.We are the living contradiction, the commotion, in a sea full of truth.

Be someone you'd like to know yourself.

You only live once – why would you want to be a projection of other people's perceptions?