Life is not what we live; it is what we imagine we are living.

Human beings can't bear silence.It would mean that they would bear themselves.

Life is not what we live; it is what we imagine we are living.

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.

I love tunnels. They 're the symbol of hope: sometime it will be bright again. If by chance it is not night.

Isn't it true that it's not people who meet, but rather the shadows cast by their imaginations?

To understand yourself: Is that a discovery or a creation?