Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn't happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?

I've come to believe that there exists in the universe something I call "The Physics of The Quest" — a force of nature governed by laws as real as the laws of gravity or momentum. And the rule of Quest Physics maybe goes like this: "If you are brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting (which can be anything from your house to your bitter old resentments) and set out on a truth-seeking journey (either externally or internally), and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue, and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher, and if you are prepared – most of all – to face (and forgive) some very difficult realities about yourself... then truth will not be withheld from you." Or so I've come to believe.

هؤلاء الذين يسهمون في تقدم العالم وازدهاره ، هم أولئك الذي يميلون للتشجيع أكثر من النقد

The only thing wrong with trying to please everyone is that there's always at least one person who will remain unhappy. You.

And I know, when things look the worst is when something new and wonderful is about to happen, if we can just hold on.

How can anything bad come out of love? The bad stuff comes out of mistrust, misunderstanding, and God knows from hate, and from ignorance.