In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee. After long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears.

After all the thousand times I’ve told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me?...I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that I didn’t want you anymore. The most absurd, ridiculous concept—as if there were any way that I could exist without needing you!

Love should bring joy, it should grant a person peace, but here and not, it was bringing only pain.

People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

I know my heart will never be the same. But I'm telling myself I'll be okay.

I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.

In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel. It hurt when I lost each of the various men I fell in love with. Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.