I saw what I had been fighting for: it was for me, a scared child.

And after I played them both a few times, I realized they were two halves of the same song.

And now I have to stop. Because every time I remember this, I have to cry a little by myself. I don't know why something that made me so happy then feels so sad now. Maybe that is the way it is with the best memories.

You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.

Now you see,' said the turtle, drifting back into the pond, 'why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.

But I will win and give her my spirit, because this is the way a mother loves her daughter. -Ying Ying

I think we often write because we feel a loneliness, and people read for the same reason, and then they come away feeling a little less lonely.