To love again, you must not discard what has happened to you, but take from it the strength you'll need to carry on.

I think music is what language once aspired to be. Music allows us to face God on our own terms because it reaches beyond life.

It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.

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.

The present grows within the boundaries of the past.

For some people, life is the process of knocking through walls to get out. For others, it is the building of walls.

To love again, you must not discard what has happened to you, but take from it the strength you'll need to carry on.