Many Times The Wrong Train Took Me

We Could Go Back To The Time When We First Met: A Man In Emotional Tatters Over Someone Who Had Left Him, And A Woman Madly In Love With Her Neighbor. I Could Repeat What I Said To You Once: 'i'm Going To Fight To The Bitter End.' Well, I Fought And I Lost, And Now I'll Just Have To Lick My Wounds And Leave.

I Learned Long Ago That In Order To Heal My Wounds, I Must Have The Courage To Face Up With Them.

She Wasn't A Victim Of Fate, She Was Running Her Own Risks, Pushing Beyond Her Own Limits, Experiencing Things Which, One Day, In The Silence Of Her Heart, In The Tedium Of Old Age, She Would Remember Almost With Nostalgia - However Absurd That Might Seem.

I Think Bridges Have A Special Meaning In Our Life. I Think A Book Is A Bridge. Any Type Of Art Is A Bridge That Allows Different Cultures To Connect. You May Not Understand Your Neighbour's Way Of Seeing Life, But You Sure Understand Your Neighbour's Joy In Painting Or Dancing.

Listen To Your Heart. It Knows Everything.