Even if you managed to escape from one cage, weren't you just in another, larger one?

What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

It doesn’t matter how old I get, but as long as I continue to live I’ll always discover something new about myself.

It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.

It is the same with anything - you have to learn through your own experience, paying your own way. You can't learn it from a book.

We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it’s gone forever.