The mother is everything –
she is our consolation in sorrow,
our hope in misery,
and our strength in weakness.
She is the source of love, mercy,
sympathy, and forgiveness.
He who loses his mother
loses a pure soul
who blesses and guards him constantly.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don’t, they never were

Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life’s path.

When you reach the heart of life you shall find beauty in all things, even in the eyes that are blind to beauty.