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.

It was a relationship with occasional moments of beauty, but one that had never found it's balance.

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?

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

In years past, to keep their men close, women would wear a ring and bear children. It doesn't work like that today. Nowadays, how do we hold on to those we love? I've no idea.

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.