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.

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

Now he could say for sure that he'd never known a feeling stronger than that of being at one with another person - that rare feeling of not being alone anymore.

You'll stop hurting when you stop hoping.

When you decide to hit rock bottom, humiliation is part of the deal.

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

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?