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.

Love between strangers takes only a few seconds and can last a whole life.

I don’t see the point of truth anymore, it causes just as much heartbreak as lying.

For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

But say you do find the right people - how do you love them without smothering them?...How do you not suffocate them with all the love you've built up in their absence?

Hands have their own language.

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.