But she's still afraid that the more she misses him--his face, his skin, the way he looked at her--and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.

Love is a luxury. It's something that people are allowed to indulge in when they're not simply trying to survive and keep other people alive.

She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again.

But there it is: Everyone is alone, for life, and maybe that's not such a bad thing.

Weakness, like not being able to bury the past. Weakness, like not giving up hope when you know you should.

If home isn't a place, what is it?''A feeling.

...even a poisoned, desolate childhood can be missed.

The problem with dreams is that they are always futuristic and gives a deceptive impression that there is still enough time to actualize them.

Purposely decide what you want to do.

They told us love was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end.For the very first time I realize, that this, too, might also be a lie.

The greatest impediments to changes in our traditional roles seem to lie not in the visible world of conscious intent, but in the murky realm of the unconscious mind.

This world's a tough place to live in and you have to have something to fall back on.

For a long time visits among lovers and professions of love are kept up through habit, after their behavior has plainly proved that love no longer exists.

The thief who received the kingdom of heaven, though not as the reward of virtue, is a true witness to the fact that salvation is ours through the grace and mercy of God.

While I'm not a celebrity, it's such a weird concept that society has cooked up for us. Astronauts and teachers are much more amazing than actors.

The transformation of Apple is probably the biggest tech story of the last 15 years.