If you're in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.

Of course it hurt that we could never love each other in a physical way. We would have been far more happy if we had. But that was like the tides, the change of seasons--something immutable, an immovable destiny we could never alter. No matter how cleverly we might shelter it, our delicate friendship wasn't going to last forever. We were bound to reach a dead end. That was painfully clear.

If there’s something I can’t do but want to, I won’t relax until I’m able to do it.

Maybe the star doesnt even exist any more.Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

Be fearless, be brave, be bold, love yourself

The morning air of the pasture turned steadily cooler. Day by day, the bright golden leaves of the birches turned more spotted as the first winds of winter slipped between the withered branches and across the highlands toward the southeast. Stopping in the center of the pasture, I could hear the winds clearly. No turning back, they pronounced. The brief autumn was gone.

Still, in the end, we all die just the same.