Be specific

There's no a bit of love, not such a thing of tons of love.
You either love, or you don't.
There's no partial truth, there's not extra of it.
You either tell the truth, or you don't.
There's no life that is outside yourself, there's also no duality.
You either accept that life is what you are, or you don't know what you're talking about.
There's not such a thing self love without knowing self, and it's impossible to love others without knowing them.
Using the word "Love" does not make it happen, no matter how many times you repeat it. A lie does not become truth just because you think so.
In a world where we suppose to communicate to the best of our ability in order to be considered good human beings we need to be accurate with our words, and we need to be honest about it all. Accuracy can be achieved by talking from experience, from learning as well.
by itself, wanting to be with someone does not make relationship work, it is just the beginning.
Painting a picture that has one layer of pretty paint that hides behind it layers of deceit does not make imagination a reality.
There can be no love where lies reside, there can be no growth where honesty does not prevail.
Friendship is when we agree to use each other, if you're taking advantage of someone, you're not a friend.
Knowing people weaknesses makes you strong only when you're there to help them, when you're benefiting from their inability to cope with their problems, you become another obstacle in their way to realize themselves.
Being free is always from something. If you're operating from outer authority, you're a slave.
Self fulfilment is not self realization. Enjoying self is momentary, discovering self is a lifelong journey. You can not get lost in shallow waters, realizing self requires diving deep into our soul, exploring every hidden place we find when we shine the light of our existence upon it.
People that don't know what love is, because they don't know themselves, people that lie, that take advantage of you, people that are hiding behind walls of deception, those people cannot and will not teach you how to be better you.
There you are, stripped from what matters the most, standing there in the corner of gloomy reality, between Stubbornness Ave and Careless Boulevard selling your soul in pieces just to enjoy a brief moment of recognition from those who are not your friends.