Lone Quixote

be patient with me. my heart is heavy.

All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.

Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too.

My speech is imperfect. Not because I want to shine with words, but out of the impossibility of finding those words, I speak in images. With nothing else can I express the words from the depths.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

I am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here.

I can’t afford to hate anyone. I don’t have that kind of time.

Life has many ways of testing a person’s will, either by having nothing happen at all or having everything happen at once.

Who is to say that robbing a people of its language is less violent than war?

I change myself, I change the world.

I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

Your freckles are the most beautiful stars.

You filled me with a wild desire to know everything about life.