"I’m a lonely person. But that’s okay because I’ve gotten used to things like loneliness."

"Curiosity is the very basis of education and if you tell me that curiosity killed the cat, I say only the cat died nobly."

"Don’t ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my kindness for weakness."

"Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice."

"I want to lie down like a tired child and weep away this life and my diary shall receive me on its downy pillow. Most children do not know what they cry for; nor do I, altogether."

"That’s what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretense. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession."

"My greatest mistake was believing I had more time. I always felt like I was guaranteed a tomorrow. That’s your first mistake, thinking your time is infinite. It’s not."

"Sometimes, you just can’t tell anybody how you really feel. Not because you don’t know why. Not because you don’t know your purpose. Not because you don’t trust them but because you can’t find the right words to make them understand."

"Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts."

"I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year."

"You’re crying all alone but if you can just smile then it doesn’t matter
if the whole world is your enemy"

"…and she closed her eyes - as if to escape the world for a moment."

"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine."

"Every test in our life makes us bitter or better. Every problem comes to make us or break us. Choice is ours, whether we become victim or victorious."