I will call you Everest because you are always on top of everything.

I am trying to be a hero not a zero.

The sun means nothing. There is sun in the North Pole too you know.

When the wind blows we all become Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.

World is full of incompetence, ignorance, and corruption. Why, of all organizations, do we expect NGO's to be perfect?

What the fuck e-mail = Follow up e-mail

Rarely we hear our inner voice but we dance to it every day.

I am too sexy for my hair so it started falling and I went bald.

THE ARMOUR OF SELFLESSNESS

If you put on the armour of a warrior,
yet are unable to defend yourself, you'll die.
Make your soul a shield,
bear what the universe sends you,
put down the sword.
Whoever is headless saves her head;
The selfless cannot be struck.
Those weapons are your selfless strategy,
the defence that wounds your own soul.

It's no good giving my heart and my soul
Because you already have these
So I brought you a mirror
Look at yourself
Remember me

"It's impossible," said pride. "It's risky," said experience. "It's pointless," said reason. "Give it a try," whispered the heart.

I am a bird with clipped wings. Sitting upon the pedestal of the universe I shoot away the ages, waiting patiently for an escape from my troubled mind. As aeons go by in unfailing monotony I gaze out into the cosmos. Lifetimes of men come and go as if in seconds, while I stare at the stars; brilliant little holes in a veil of complete nothingness, portals to different realities. Madness is ever-looming as I float through infinite stillness; my senses dulled in my isolation. I want nothing more than to cast off from my perch, to float among the heavens and escape this everlasting purgatory, but I cannot. I am a hostage, bound to this celestial asylum in solitude. My body is my cell - my blood and bones are my burden, the chains keeping my soul from flying free.

I have decided to call the rat that shares the room with me Bill. Tonight, I kill Bill.

The planet does not need more 'successful people'. The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds.

We are all our own tricksters and experiential educators. We trick ourselves on a daily basis by constructing stories.

Education either leads to slavery or liberation.

God indeed sometimes gives us more than we can handle so that we will rely on him. And while we change and get old, He does not. When we get weaker, He remains strong. And in our weakness and humility, He offers us true, lasting, transforming and undeserved grace.

The woman who will mary you will have to sort you out.