I Long To Escape The Prison Of

Your Depression Is Connected To Your Insolence And Refusal To Praise.

Although I May Try To Describe Love, When I Experience It, I Am Speechless.

Sing To Me In The Silence Of Your Heart And I Will Rise Up To Hear Your Triumphant Song.

Love Is A Mirror. In It You See Nothing Except Your Reflection. You See Nothing Except Your Real Face.

On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor The Owners Of Our Lives. We Are Only A Brush In The Hand Of The Master Painter.