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

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

You'll stop hurting when you stop hoping.

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

so if you love him, why keep him waiting for 13 years?" "Because I was afraid. Afraid of not being worthy, afraid of not knowing how to love him, afraid of waking up one day and not loving him anymore.

Nothing stays the same it all gets crushed. It all gets broken. It all passes with time. Only the moment you're in has any meaning." "There are things that stand the test of time, there are things that last. Like love." "Love theres nothing more fragile or ephereal. Love is like fire on a rainy day: you've got to spend all your time protecting it, feeding it, tending it because if you don't it goes out." "There are some loves that last." "No, what lasts is the pain that comes after love.

He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her. But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?