Stop being so fruitlessly busy and dream. Use your imagination. Reach out into the unknown and dream of how you can enlarge your experience and improve your mind and your soul and your world.

Love does not last forever, then?" "He asked me the same thing this morning," she said. "No, it does not - not love that has been betrayed. One realizes that one has loved a mirage, someone who never really existed. Not that love dies immediately or soon, even then. But it does die and cannot be revived.

Sometimes it just seems that love is not enough, does it?

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

I can be hurt, she said, only by people I respect.

Even friends need private spaces, if only within the depths of their own souls, where no one else is allowed to intrude.

The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away.