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

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

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

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

Music is only a mystery to people who want it explained. Music and love are the same.

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?

The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.