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.

It's inevitable to lose from time to time. The point is: don't get used to defeats.

Men always have their reasons. But the fact is that they always wind up leaving.

Believing that power is much more important than money and that money is much more important than happiness.

Stop being who you were and become who you are.

Be crazy! But learn how to be crazy without being the center of attention. Be brave enough to live different.

After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.