Seeing her this last time, I threw myself on her body. And she opened her eyes slowly. I was not scared. I knew she could see me and what she had finally done. So i shut her eyes with my fingers and told her with my heart: I cah see the truth, too. I am strong, too.

For unlike my mother, I did not believe I could be anything I wanted to be. I could only be me.

I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.

With hope, a mind is always free.

If I look upon my whole life, I cannot think of another time when I felt more comfortable: when I had no worries, fears, or desires, when my life seemed as soft and lovely as lying inside a cocoon of rose silk.

While it is good to speak well, it is better to speak the truth.

I discovered that maybe it was fate all along, that faith was just an illusion that somehow you're in control.