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.

There are some lies that, under the right circumstances, are the only truth

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

Hands have their own language.

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

When somebody leaves this plane—or, if you like, goes into another room—those left behind sometimes try and stop loving—but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you’re ruined.

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.