Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised, and we can never know which one is which until we’ve loved them, left them, or fought them.

Heroes only come in three kinds:dead, damaged or dubious.

If you make your heart into a weapon, you end up using it on yourself.

The choking humidity makes amphibians of us all, in Bombay, breathing water in air; you learn to live with it, and you learn to like it, or you leave.

Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again.

The most precious gift you can bring to your lover is your suffering.

Suffering is how we test our love especially our love for God.