Life is the train, not the station.

Some suggestions for you :

Continue in the way of the bow, for it is a whole life's journey, but remember that a good, accurate shot is very different from one made with peace in your soul.

It's this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate.That's the world's greatest lie.

You never know what kind of pain someone has been through and how it might have changed their life and the way they are, so don't judge then by their actions but by their heart.

However difficult it may be to accept what happens to us, one must understand that moments such as this give us the possibility for radical change in our behavior.

These seeds will always be tulips, even if at the moment you cannot tell them apart from other flowers. They will never turn into roses or sunflowers, no matter how much they might desire to. And if they try to deny their own existence, they will live life bitter and die.

Fear of suffering is worse than suffering itself.

Buses come and go. People get off and walk quickly, maybe because of the cold. Others board slowly, not wanting to get home, to work, or to school. But no one shows any anger or enthusiasm; they're not happy or sad, just poor souls mechanically carrying out the mission that the universe assigned on the day they were born.

With love, there are no rules. The heart decides and what it decides is all that really matters.

Just as a war fought in winter demands different behavior and equipment from a war in the summer, human beings must learn to respect their own seasons, and not try to act when it is time to wait, not try to wait at a time of action.

Treasure is uncovered by the force of flowing water, and it is buried by the same currents.

Man needs to choose, not just accept his destiny.

By the River Piedra I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river -- leaves, insects, the feathers of birds -- is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget.

Words are tears that have been written down. Tears are words that need to be shed. Without them, joy loses all its brilliance and sadness has no end. Thank you, then, for your tears.

And when each day is the same as the next, it's because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives every day that the sun rises.