I don't see any reason why I should look for someone who never took the trouble to love me.

That is the Mongolian creation myth: out of two different natures love is born. In contradiction, love grows in strength. In confrontation and transformation, love is preserved.

Her silence was the blank space between the words.

I will never be yours, and you will never be mine; nevertheless, I can honestly say: I love you, I love you, I love you.

If u behave differently, u will be expelled from the tribe because u can infect others and destroy something that was extremely difficult to organize in the first place.

No one ever loses anyone. We are all one soul that needs to continue growing and developing in order for the world to carry on and for us all to meet once again.

It's natural to be afraid of replacing everything you already gained by a dream.