Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.

We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path.

You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.

To say goodbye is to die a little.