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.

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.

We will never be more that we have been destined to be!

Please, dear God of happiness, show the radiance of your spectrum to our world, which here means to forget everything.

How many consuming fires can there be in the words: freedom, peace and democracy and how easy they can be extinguished by ignorance, stupidity and arrogance?

Without the absolute truth, to know the truth value of our own existence is beyond our strengths/limits/possibilities.

What river can flood over the mountains of your love?

Being brave in front of faith does not mean to be humble before death.

To be beyond yourself is the gate to wisdom.

Search for the stranger inside you, forgotten even by your death.

Who has chosen this kind world for us and why?

When clouds will become heavier than the land in us led our entire life by the steps of our Destiny, we will understand that not their moments’ rain has darkened the sun of our life,...

Each coil has the earthquake which created it, as every death has the life that gave birth to it.

Once we are a creation, how much absurdity can there be in our heart without God the Creator.

Was there someone absent from the table of creation?

We are beings only in the extent of Our Life’s Illusion.

What beauty could be your life’s mountain peak which you could climb all the way up?

No one can be alone when he befriends with the forgotten stranger inside him.

Whoever lost the truth has lost him/her self.

Never let the meaning of your love light escape to the dark nothingness of oblivion.

What distances can be explored without God?

Nothing can be more painful than the cry of the word which gave us the inspiration to dream of love.

Even the snow melts, let alone the frugal regards of a soul confident in its own eternity.

The world of an animal is reduced to its perimeter. Human world is reduced to its perimeter, but does the world of God have perimeters? If it does then it is not infinite, but if...

Who can say that he is not everything?

The well of your soul will not experience the drought until in front of her will appear the moment of eternity to drink from the water of death.

Do not expect peace with the enemy whose worth you do not recognize.

Being is the greatest paradox of life in front of death.

O Lord, I am further away from me than from You!

Does anybody know which are the thoughts of God, even if they are plants, mountains, sky, stars or whatever else?

The Epistle of our being is written with letters full of blood drained from the love of God’s Word.