Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws.

Now that I am moving, I am afraid. Where am I going?

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

Beware of allowing a tactless word, a rebuttal, a rejection to obliterate the whole sky