Whatever can't be expressed might as well not exist.

In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It's important to combine the two in just the right amount.

Deep rivers run quiet.

My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. “Hold tight,” I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.

I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt but I was wrong.

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds

It seems to me, though, that you always understand very well what I can't say very well. Trouble is I end up being even worse at saying things well.