No work or love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart, just as no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.

No valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.

I haven't any sort of plans for the future but I reckon things will work out in some manner.

It's going to be an extraordinary debate filled with fear and guilt and racism and xenophobia.

I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.

Our love, a love to lift up, to let flourish; beautiful. That’s what you call me, Beautiful. In your eyes I am more than just a person, a name, a heart. In you my love is everything and your love is everything in me.