In the presence of their love I sensed my lonliness, and I understood for a moment, clearly, that deep and basic human desire for companionship at depth.

If time stood still, and we could choose the time, the best time, then love without pain would be all I know.

I learnt too late that what is most important to us is always most precious at the moment it occurs, and it is precious in its absolute immediacy and not as some vague confirmation of future directions; since the only certain fact, aside from death, is the flimsiness of everything.

You're beautiful, but you're somewhere else. That's okay. I can handle that. But we won't continue as friends, not just now. I like you as a lover, not a friend.

The very concept of solid ground is a myth. The galaxy itself is adrift.

Everything comes to nothing in the end, I suppose. Or at least, nothing happens exactly the way we imagine it.

When you think you are in love, you don't want to know about the things that could end it.