It wasn't a dance, but the complete absence of noise and movement, the silence, that brought me in contact with myself.

We must never make our parents sad, even if this means giving up everything that makes us happy.

The act of discovering who we are will force us to accept that we can go further than we think.

I don't choose. Normally it's the book that chooses me.

To heal my wounds, I need to be brave enough to face them.

An awareness of death encourages us to live more intensely.

Instead of noting down things I’m unlikely to forget, I will write a poem. Even if I have never written one before and even if I never do so again, I will at least know that I once had the courage to put my feelings into words.