Despair is the price one pays for self-awareness. Look deeply into life, and you'll always find despair.
Every person must choose how much truth he can stand.
Mature love is loving, not being loved.
The act of revealing oneself fully to another and still being accepted may be the major vehicle of therapeutic help.
Does a being who requires meaning find meaning in a universe that has no meaning?
Self-awareness is a supreme gift, a treasure as precious as life. This is what makes us human. But it comes with a costly price: the wound of mortality. Our existence is forever shadowed by the knowledge that we will grow, blossom, and, inevitably, diminish and die.