There is absolutely nothing wrong with returning to the house you grew up in every now and again. It's good for the soul.

We don't realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone.

This house isn't mine anymore, but the memories are; the memories can't be sold. The building that housed my once-upon-a-time dreams stands for someone else now, as it did for the people before us, and I feel happy to let it go. Happy that I can begin again, anew, though bearing the scars of before. They represent wounds that have healed.

Some people go through life searching and never find their soul mates. They never do. You and I did, we just happened to have them for a shorter period of time. It's sad, but it's life.

Sometimes, people can go missing right before our very eyes.Sometimes, people can discover you, even though they've been looking at you the entire time. Sometimes, we lose sight of ourselves when we're not paying enough attention.

Nice is OK when it's among other things but never when it stands alone

what a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted