I have always been a spectator of life, you know, never a participant. Never. But now I am. Today I am, and I an awed and deliriously happy. This is the adventure I asked for, the adventure I am having I will be forever grateful to you.

Nothing is permanently perfect. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments.

The real meaning of things lies deep down and the real meaning of things is always beautiful because it is simply love.

This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for the rest of her life. But it would not break. She had the strength to go on alone.

I have read somewhere that we often spend a lifetime searching for what we already have.

Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone had something indescribably precious at the heart of their being. No one was shallow. Not really.

The worst thing about loneliness is that it brings one face to face with oneself.