At the most subtle level, your inner intelligence is steadily progressing along the corridors of eternity.
Homosexuality is assuredly no advantage, but it is nothing to be ashamed of, no vice, no degradation, it cannot be classified as an illness.
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.
Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.
We choose not randomly each other. We meet only those who already exists in our subconscious.
The aim of psychoanalysis is to relieve people of their neurotic unhappiness so that they can be normally unhappy.
One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.
Every pastor I talk to says, and particularly if they're African American they'll say, "I'm not black enough for African Americans. I'm not white enough for the whites. I'm not Hispanic enough. "
Some say that love is the sweetest feeling, the purest form of joy, but that isn't right. It's not love--it's relief.
Creativity is connected to your passion, that light inside you that drives you. . . . Your creativity is not a bad boyfriend. It is a really warm older Hispanic lady who has a beautiful laugh and loves to hug.
Turn the paper. A piece looks better if every mark is not made while the surface is in the same orientation.