THE IRONY OF AGONY

Reality is something the human race doesn’t handle very well.

You can see that I have become so candid that I can endure only human relationships which are absolutely genuine. I avoid half-friendships…

The only problem with seeing too much is that it makes you insane.

Very little is needed to make a happy life: it is all within yourself in your way of thinking.

It is perhaps when our lives are at their most problematic that we are likely to be most receptive to beautiful things.

I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.

Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops

We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.

We’ve loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can’t stay together forever.

I don’t think there’s anything sadder than when two people are meant to be together and something intervenes.

I saw a future in him. I saw soft pillows and linen sheets by the beach. I saw the possibility of what I wanted to wake up every morning and see.

I love you. I don’t always understand you, but I love you.

You always have a choice. Your options might be limited but you always have a choice.

The saddest phase in human life is when everything is not the same, when we feeling lost searching for the path to coming home. When the good things gone. Memory left. Bridges burned out. The loved one became stranger. And loneliness wrapped our arms.