Book: I want to go home

In this picture you can see the release. From all that thinking, but left in mid-sentence. If you're thinking, but did not, is emptiness. We must have the courage to dive head first. The bottom of the sea still do not know.

Goncha is not afraid to get stuck in memories. Cures their sadness, which, pretending to be a harmless mole, digging pits in the shower.

Yahmur once asked me: "What is important in life?". I involuntarily replied, "to Believe". Faith is a human force. Movement is possible without it, but it would be meaningless.

Man needs man. You can endlessly talk about how beautiful, sublime and full of privacy, but it's pointless if it's nowhere to return to. Without people, life loses paint.

If you live in the present means living forever.

Despair is part of the road person.

Always mentally talking to the people I share what I see, feel, hear. My soul mate, the link above distances, obstacles, circumstances.

Today Ahmar asked how do I know your name starts with an "e" if "you have not seen together on the sea"... it is at the level of chuvstv that sometimes can't explain... Feelings is faith.

... freedom is possible! I think it occurs when a person accepts their dependencies as part of freedom.

People complain about the monotony, sauruses in their earthly confrontation and not wanting to raise their heads. The sun rises and sets, clouds picturesquely stretched in motion, hiding the stars appear and there is life always continues. Heroes eternal drama, we do not notice true beauty in waiting for something more vivid. And what could be brighter than the dawn? Except that sunset.
To find peace, it is enough to look around. All the next thing.

It shirt the color of the sea, with wooden buttons - his favorite, because it has the sea, and the sea, "always a friend".

Father Handan, a teacher, a Sufi, explained to them that all religions are rivers flowing into one sea called love. "Daughter, these people are also part of the Creator. They live in love, but they can't hear."

Handan combing my hair with a wooden comb. Over the past two years they had grown, went back the Shine. Maybe because I cover them with a handkerchief?

Be prepared to be responsible for what you fill yourself and your life. To see where it's dark, and hear where quiet, accepting what can't change. Not to insist on any of his word, reminding myself that the quality of the world - constant change. Not to do anything in life out of fear or inertia, just out of love. Not to get lost in what is not and to not live like a hundred years ahead.