When a bride insists on telling her lover everything, I suspect she is looking for a father, not a husband.

Now I am setting out into the unknown. It will take me a long while to work through the grief. There are no shortcuts; it has to be gone through.

Maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.

Stories are like children. They grow in their own way.

You cannot see the past that did not happen any more than you can foresee the future.

I would like to travel light on this journey of life, to get rid of the encumbrances I acquire each day.

We tend to defend vigorously things that in our deepest hearts we are not quite certain about. If we are certain of something we know, it doesn't need defending.