Perhaps we were each allotted only a certain amount of love - enough for only an initial meeting - a serendipitous clumsiness. When it leaves to find others, the difficulty begins because we are faced with our humanness, our past, our very being.

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

I think anyone can fall in love, if you're open and you're willing, but the real test is sustaining it after all the excitement has worn off.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

Life just swallows you up, doesn't it?Just swallows you up with its everyday things

Every day is a masterpiece, even if it crushes you.

If you travel too often, you actually come face-to-face with what you're trying to escape. I feel like when I travel alone, sometimes it's like being locked in a hotel room with my own worst enemy.