Sometimes, language is the sound of longing

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 we keep these moments of rejection and acceptance very close. I think we carry them always, like cracked shells from which a part of us once hatched.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

I want to feel it somehow happened like that because things happen for a reason. I want to believe this more than anything because if it were just an accident, then God must have died before he could finish the world.

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.

Life just swallows you up, doesn't it?Just swallows you up with its everyday things