Why was love such an addictive drug? Why did loving someone cause such suffering?

A miserable collection of little secrets, that's all any of us is.

When it comes to books and friends, it is best to have only a few but all good ones.

As long as you remember the person who loved you, and whom you still love, then you're making love endure.

You are your own refuge There is no other You cannot save another You can only save yourself.

It's scary being loved. Because life is complicated and all too often it throws you off balance by sending you the right person at the wrong time.

Love is always dangerous. To love is to hope you'll win it all while running the risk that you could lose it all. And sometimes it's also about accepting that there's a risk that you'll love more than you are loved.