It’s just this strange thing I do where I allow myself to briefly fall in love with another human being that I see on a train, or the sidewalk, or in a warm café.

Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?

Sometimes, our lives can change so fast that the change outpaces our minds and hearts. It’s those times when our lives have altered but we still long for the time before everything was altered - that is when we feel the greatest pain.

Sorrow is how we learn to love. Your heart isn’t breaking. It hurts because it’s getting larger. The larger it gets, the more love it holds.

You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.

I like the rain before it falls. of course there is no such thing, she said. That’s why it’s my favorite. Something can still make you happy, can’t it, even if it isn’t real.

Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.

Some people care too much. I think it’s called love.

In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.

Sometimes, it’s easier to tell a stranger something very personal. It`s like there’s less risk, opening yourself up to someone who doesn’t know you.

I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stunned by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say, ‘Hi.’ They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word.


The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.

I like how you don’t hide your problems like everyone else, and I don’t have to hide mine when I’m around you.

If you don’t know what you want, you end up with a lot you don’t.

A man is like a novel: until the very last page you don’t know how it will end. Otherwise it wouldn’t be worth reading…


This is love, she thought, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?

It’s easy to look at people and make quick judgments about them, their present and their past, but you’d be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides. What a person shows to the world is only one tiny facet of the iceberg hidden from sight. And more often then not, it’s lined with cracks and scars that go all the way to the foundation of their soul.



Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us.

You were unsure which pain is worse — the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will

We tend to judge others by their behaviour and ourselves by our intentions.

Because you are alive, everything is possible.

When people are ready to, they change. They never do it before then, and sometimes they die before they get around to it. You can’t make them change if they don’t want to, just like when they do want to, you can’t stop them

Language allows us to reach out to people, to touch them with our innermost fears, hopes, disappointments, victories. To reach out to people we’ll never meet.
It’s the greatest legacy you could ever leave your children or your loved ones:
The history of how you felt.

I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel.
Life is art.

I don’t miss him anymore. Most of the time, anyway. I want to. I wish I could but unfortunately, it’s true: time does heal. It will do so whether you like it or not, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. If you’re not careful, time will take away everything that ever hurt you, everything you have lost, and replace it with knowledge. It will convert your pain into experience… It will force you to move on and you will not have a choice in the matter.

Your face is true and your hair is perfect and I love you. You make boats in my dreams and you speak without words and I love you. Your fears unnerve me and your questions amuse me and I love you. I love you not only for who you are, but for the interesting person I become when I’m with you. I say I love you and love you and love you until the words become the constant song of your voice in my head and the original ache of memory in my soul. I love you more than life and death, more than everything that’s in between the light and the dark. Do you believe me? Try harder. Do you believe me now? I’m always with you, which is why I know you will never abandon yourself.









No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even more deeply than lovers do. 





I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong.

And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn’t matter.

It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can’t even make the comparisons anymore, because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It’s simply a matter of is and is no longer.





Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

I know the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.









Forgive others, not because they deserve forgiveness, but because you deserve peace.





I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.

Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don’t.