Again and again I will suffer; again and again I will get back on my feet. I will not be defeated.

I really believe that no matter how old people get, they tend to change in certain ways depending on how people treat them - they change their colors.

Things look different depending on your perspective. As I see it, fighting to bridge those gaps isn't what really matters. The most important thing is to know them inside and out, as differences, and to understand why certain people are the way they are.

It occurred to me that if I were a ghost, this ambiance was what I'd miss most: the ordinary, day-to-day bustle of the living. Ghosts long, I'm sure, for the stupidest, most unremarkable things.

People aren't overcome by situations or outside forces. Defeat comes from within.

In the uncertain ebb and flow of time and emotions much of one's life history is etched in the senses.

When things get really bad, you take comfort in the placeness of a place.