I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can’t change.

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

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

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

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

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

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