“I am not I. I am this one walking beside me whom I do not see, whom at times I manage to visit, and whom at other times I forget; who remains calm and silent while I talk, and forgives, gently, when I hate, who walks where I am not, who will remain standing when I die.”

“There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.”

“Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.”

“In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement.”

“Don’t get attached to moments. Good or bad, they all pass.”

You cannot use someone else’s fire; you can only use your own. And in order to do that, you must first be willing to believe you have it.

I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.