The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.

Often, others see you, as you see yourself

But maybe as I get older, I begin to see beauty where I least expected it before.

I liked his voice, rich and unself-conscious even when he forgot words and hummed to fill in the gap. What I didn't understand, I imagined, and thus it became a love song.

A problem becomes a problem only if you believe it to be so. And often others see you as you see yourself.

Because ultimately only the witness -- and not the actors -- knows the truth (Vyasa to Draupadi)

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.