I wanted to explain that trusting is harder than being trusted.

It's true the people we meet shape us. But the people we don't meet shape us also, often more because we have imagined them so vividly. There are people we yearn for but never seem to meet.

Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.

I didn’t know who she was, but I had this fire inside me for someone I knew existed.

When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no one around him scurried for cover. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

Language is like looking at a map of somewhere. Love is living there and surviving on the land.

You can't put a price on the rituals of love, because you never know what will happen next. I suppose fear is part of the excitement and we can't have one without the other.