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We’re all different, but we all think everyone else is the same, he said. If they taught us that in school, I feel like the world would be a much happier place.

If you don’t think about yourself then you won’t have any problems.

Most men are not as smart as women and yet they continue to hold all the power. They fear a change of the world order.

Very few of us are what we seem.

The quiet room was too peaceful and comfortable to worry in.

My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.

Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight: always try to be a little kinder than is necessary?

Saying everything is okay doesn't make you a grown-up.

Expectations are resentments waiting to happen.

To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life.

You know that your truth, the one that you hide… is the thing you are most afraid of.

So many memories roll through me and I realize that this is who we are: memories and shared experiences. This is what ties us all together.

Maybe growing up means disappointing the people we love.

We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it's like chasing clouds.

You know you love someone when you cannot put into words how they make you feel.

And it's inside myself that I must create someone who will understand.

Why do people whose existence you are unaware of, whom you meet once and will never see again, come to play, behind the scenes, an important role in your life?