The longing for paradise is paradise itself.
Yesterday is ever jealous of...tomorrow.
I have never agreed with my other self wholly. The truth of the matter seems to lie between us.
He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy. [for without sorrow how would you know what joy is? Contrast provides peceptive clarity]
You see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun.
The love of a parent for a child is the love that should grow towards separation.