If indeed you must be candid, be candid beautifully.
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, that we may record our emptiness.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy.
No human relation gives one possession in another, every two souls are absolutely different. In friendship or in love, the two side by side raise hands together to find what one cannot reach alone.
-- Kahlil Gibran