What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real.

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony.

It was a strange feeling, like touching a void.

My grandpa always said asking a question is embarrassing for a moment, but not asking is embarrassing for a lifetime.

Crying is personal. On the other hand, laughing is more general . Laughing makes our hearts wider.

It's a terrible thing when a person dies, whatever the circumstances. A hole opens up in the world, and we need to pay the proper respects. If we don't, the hole will never be filled in again.

When it's all over, it'll seem like a dream.