Destruction Is Ultimately Self-destruction.

He Was Jealous Of Her Future, And She Of His Past.

Mature People Relate To Each Other Without The Need To Merge.

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.

The Dream Was Always Running Ahead Of Me. To Catch Up, To Live For A Moment In Unison With It, That Was The Miracle.

The Only Abnormality Is The Incapacity To Love.