We see in others what we want and what we fear.

Whether you know it or not, we leave parts of ourselves wherever we go.

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

I read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.

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

Reading reassures us that no matter how alone we might feel, there are many others - spread as wide as history itself - who have felt the same way we have, who have occupied the rooms we find ourselves locked in at various points of our lives.

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?