Why do I want to run from happiness?

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

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.

And he knew at that moment that love world never die, that it would never fade away altogether. The time might come when he would meet and marry someone else. He might even be reasonably happy. But there would always be a deep precious place in his heart that belonged to his first real love.

My happiness has to come from within myself or it is too fragile a thing to be of any use to me and too much of a burden to benefit any of my loved ones.

I prefer to believe the opposite - that there is always an indestructible beauty at the heart of darkness.

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