if you learn to hate one or two persons... you'll soon hate millions of people.

And the more you love someone, the safer it is to be mad at them. Love can handle mad, no problem.

I’ll still be missing you as much as ever. I’l still smile at the memory of you. I’ll still be - Okay, I’ll say it again - loving you, but I won’t abandon myseld for you. I cannot be faithful to you without being faithful to myself.

She laughed when there was no joke. She danced when there was no music. She had no friends, yet she was the friendliest person in school.

Because life doesn't always happen according to a timetable or calendar. And feelings can't be scheduled.

His smile was so wide he’d have had to break it into sections to fit it through a doorway

I think of the flower in the bud: huddled, compressed, dark. Yet somehow it feels the night, knows moon from sun. It waits...waits.