Love comes like lightning, and disappears the same way. If you are lucky, it strikes you right. If not, you'll spend your life yearning for a man you can't have.

Sometimes -- she knows this from her own life -- to get to the other side, you must travel through grief. No detours are possible.

That's how it is sometimes when we plunge into the depths of our lives. No one can accompany us, not even those who would give up their hearts for our happiness.

How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble?

Tomorrow is another day. I've got plenty of things to worry about right now.

Girls have to be toughened so they can survive a world that presses harder on women.

Once I heard my mother say that each of us lives in a separate universe, one we have dreamed into being. We love pople when their dream coincides with ours, the way two cutout designs laid one on top of the other might match. But dream worlds are not static like cutouts; sooner or later they change shape, leading to misunderstanding, loneliness and loss of love.