He asked if he could recite a poem he had written that morning: 'You speak,' he said, 'the language of shooting stars, more surprising than sunrise, more brilliant than the sun, as brief as sunset. I want to follow its trail to eternity.

It was a distorted form of inverse logic: If hopes never come true, then hope for what you don't want.

All objects exist in a moment of time.

Only you pick that crab. Nobody else take it. I already know this. Everyone else want best quality. You thinking different.

When you lose your face..., it is like dropping your necklace down a well. The only way you can get it back is to fall in after it.

Don't think too much. That makes you believe you have more choices than you do. Then you mind becomes confused.

Sure I loved him - too much. And he loved me, only not enough. I just want someone who thinks I'm number one in his life. I'm not willing to accept emotional scraps anymore.