It Is Not A Sin To Be

Be A Source Of Joy. And Let Haters Complain About The World.

The Best Way To Serve God Is By Going In Search Of Your Own Dreams. Only The Happy Can Spread Happiness.

Of Course. My Sadness Has Become A Routine That No One Notices Anymore.

She Regretted Having Taken His Hand, She Wanted To Get Away From There As Soon As Possible, To Hide Her Shame, Never Again To See That Man Who Had Witnessed All That Was Most Sordid In Her, And Who Nevertheless Continued To Treat Her With Such Tenderness. But Again She Remembered Mari's Words: She Didn't Need To Explain Her Life To Anyone, Not Even To The Young Man Standing Before Her.

You Can Become Blind By Seeing Each Day As A Similar One. Each Day Is A Different One, Each Day Brings A Miracle Of Its Own. It's Just A Matter Of Paying Attention To This Miracle.