What are we after all our dreams, after all our memories?

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.

I'm going to marry you one day, you know." "Is that a promise?" "If you want it to be.

All of sudden, this shooting star went by, and all I could think was that they were listening to us somehow.

Sometimes there would be someone else out there, someone she didn't know, but when they saw each other each would nod, as if making a secret pact. No question, no small talk..agreed

The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it's over.

She wasn't, nor ever had been, under the illusion that marriage was a relationship characterized by endless bliss and romance. Throw any two people together, add the inevitable ups and downs, give the mixture a vigorous stir, and a few stormy arguments were inevitable, no matter how the couple loved each other.