The moment we set off in search of love, it sets off in search of us. And saves us.

We have been moving along at such a fast pace that we no longer know what we are doing. Now we have to wait until our soul catches up with us.

Break the glass, please, and free us from all these damned rules, from needing to find an explanation for everything, from doing only what others approve of.

He knows that the most important words in all languages are the small words.

With every farewell comes a hidden hope.

We can't choose our lives, but we can DECIDE what to do with the joys or griefs we're given.

I only invoked what you already knew.