Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.

If every instinct you have is wrong, then the opposite would have to be right.

If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change

Dream big and dare to fail.

If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities.

There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.