When one has nothing to lose, one becomes courageous. We are timid only when there is something we can still cling to.

One has to beckon the spiritual warrior inside oneself whenever it is deemed necessary for the task at hand. Courage is the fuel. Healing is the direction. Forgiveness is the balm. Love is the atmosphere Divine.

Te cansarás primero que yo. Llegaré a donde quieres llegar antes que tú estés allí -dijo el que iba detrás de él-. Me sé de memoria tus intenciones, quién eres y de dónde eres y adónde vas. Llegaré antes que tú llegues.

Love makes a subtle man out of a crude one, it gives eloquence to the mute, it gives courage the cowardly and makes the idle quick and sharp.

One man scorned and covered with scars still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars; and the world was better for this. -Don Quixote.

One man scorned and covered with scars still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars; and the world was better for this.