After everything that happened, how could I miss him? But I did, I did.

Don't think or judge, just listen.

There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying.

Your actions is like a raindrop; it falls into the pond making ripples and then its over.

It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--so many locks not enough keys.

Looking at the pond, all I could think was that it is an incredivle thing, how a whole world can rise from what seems like nothing at all.

If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

You should never be surprised when someone treats you with respect, you should expect it.

Sometimes a question can hurt more than an answer.

Being brave and self-confident doesn't necessarily start inside...It starts with the rest of the world, and it leads back to you.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

Consciously or unconsciously, we are all striving for perfection.

Absolutely lonely people have few personal interactions of any kind.

Music doesn't tell you where to go. It says, go find your own place. That's what it told me.

Sometimes... I think parents work so hard to keep us from making their mistakes, they won't allow us to make our own.

That's a gesture of endearment in some cultures. Some hug, some kiss, some set each other on fire in small patches of woodland

It is easier to suppose that the universe has existed for all eternity than to conceive a being beyond its limits capable of creating it.

I heard someone say he [Carl Sandburg] was the kind of writer who had everything to gain and nothing to lose by being translated into another language.

Women blame men for their own singlehood.