If you listen to the wind very carefully, you'll be able to hear me whisper my love for you.

If you listen to the wind very carefully, you'll be able to hear me whisper my love for you.

With every fragment of rock that fall from me, I can hear the voice of Marianne Engle. I love you. Aishiteru. Ego amo te. Ti amo. Eg elska pig. Ich liebe dich. It is moving across time, coming to me in every language of the world, and it sounds like pure love.

Love is an action you must repeat ceaselessly.

Perhaps there are just some things you leave behind when you choose a new life.

I am not a hero in soul and never will be, but I am better than I was before. Or so I tell myself; and for now that is enough.

That which is painful sharpens one's love.