Where I will find peace other than in oblivion?

The soul mate is what we aspire to and like to understand about us, is what we deem to be perfection, purity and endless regarding our own being.

Our entire life worth’s less than one moment of the absolute’s truth vanity.

The poetry of love is the greatest gift God gave us.

Loneliness is the standard that separates life from death.

tears,love,lifeWho knows how many tears have flown in the Word of God from the creation of the world?

I can never feel that the Illusion of Life is a truth as long as any illusion reflects unreality; however, even an untruth is a truth in its turn.

Who can believe in illusion even if we all live the Illusion of Life?

To be is the greatest paradox of life facing death.

What can we do without pain in front of happiness?

If we deny the thirst of love, we stand to lose the last known address of the stranger whithin us.

Don’t hope you will receive help from the words of life because they all bring you to death.

There is no longer waiting for anyone, but for death.

How much weight can carry a thought which does not acknowledge that it is an illusion?

Only in the eyes of love you can find infinity.

Blessed is he who believes in the illusion because thus he can find his great truth!

We are certainly descendents of the sea for our tears are salted and when we shed them on the jowl of time, the sea that has always been within us flows on our face.

The soul is a prolonged anniversary of our lives in this world.

We are a being only through our Illusion of Life.

How can you be one of the stars of heaven, when the stars are innumerable? What star number do you have?

The belief in death leads meditating about life; meanwhile, the belief in life leads you thinking about death.

Who can know the absolute truth of illusion or emptiness? That is why we feel the fulfilled sense of this world.

Believing in what you don’t know is as true as believing in what you know as long as your life is just an illusion.

No matter how many leaves would the tree of your soul have in front of the intense heat in the words of Time in this world, they can never shade the eternity lost inside you.

We will never be more than we are meant to be!

Can I tell from the twilight from which the world is built that I am a sunrise in this life?

The Death’s Field is the mirror which allows us the knowledge of the world we living in.

We live behind the closed doors of our own destiny.

Immortality goes through dead before all.

Is there anyone that knows the absolute truth?

Who prays at help in the Illusion of his Life does not understand that his only aid is death

Do not waste the moment of your life which comes together with death because you will bitterly regret the alienation of your own self.

How many truths pass wrecking through the Illusion of Life, but none of them is an absolute truth therefore the real truth!

TO BE is life’s dilemma while facing the eternity of death.

How much soul can include the self-salvation of sin?

How many minutes will still die in the swamp of your illusion of being human?

The ending can only start with the beginning and end with self estrangement, as to become once again his own/old self. This is why every man is a continuous ending.

Listen to the advice of your own Destiny! All is a given!

We are angrier with the sky than with our actions.

We should all have the freedom to die with majesty in an unworthy life which was subjected to sin and vanity.

There are no names that do not desire fame because we come from God.

No tiredness can destroy hope like death can, as the absolute fatigue of life.

I believed in the faith of faith without acknowledging his quality of being an absolute truth.

The field of the soul must be watered by the rain with tears of love; otherwise it will become a desert.

Nobody will ever be able to understand the meaning of the measure of his own words.

The absolute truth is one for an infinity of possible relative truths which lie.

Never hide your fear because it will become your own God, hidden inside you.

We are dust furrowed by the painful plough of Destiny to give birth to the emptiness of a time.

To breath through the truth is not the same with knowing it.

We hope that we will live only because we must be with God, as alive as He is.