The road from the eye to the heart is easy to follow. I am taking it with my eyes closed.
I think history is collective memories. In writing, I'm using my own memory, and I'm using my collective memory.
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds
The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.
Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.
No matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she could picture sharing her life with.
The university is the archive of the Western mind, it's the keeper of the Western culture,. . . the guardian of our heritage, the teacher of our teachers,. . . the dwelling place of the free mind.
Certainly, we want to make sure that kids go to school full-bellied, but is that always the government's job to be there to serve people their breakfast? Is it my job to feed my neighbour's child? I don't think so.
I'm the Hiroshima of love.
The transformation will come from leadership.