You are immortal; you’ve existed for billions of years in different manifestations, because you are Life, and Life cannot die. You are in the trees, the butterflies, the fish, the air, the moon, the sun. Wherever you go, you are there, waiting for yourself.
by Don Miguel Ruiz
Love her most in the morning. When her dreams are still clinging to her eyelids, when for that split second she might doubt herself, when there’s a chance she feels that today isn’t gonna be so great, remind her that it is. Remind her that it always will be.
Gil Prates, Rio de Janeiro, 1980