Only he who gives up is defeated. Everyone else is victorious.

This was the kiss I had waited for so long - a kiss born by the river of our childhood, when we didn't yet know what love meant. A kiss that had been suspended in the air as we grew, that had traveled in the world in the sovenier of a medal, and that had remained hidden behind piles of books. A kiss that had been lost and now was found. In the moment of that kiss were years of searching, disillusionment and impossible dreams.

Each moment spent searching is also a moment spent finding.

Don't allow anyone to steal your joy.

Because we managed to keep our heart open, despite the pain. Because we realized that the person who left us did not take the sun with them or leave darkness in their place.

Love one another, but let’s try not to possess one another.

The language of enthusiasm, of things accomplished with love and purpose, and as part of a search for something believed in and desired.