Once you've loved someone, the love is always there, even after they're gone.
Complexity implies meaning. We're afraid of meaning.
We are not strangers to ourselves; we only try to be.
There is no end of wonders and mysteries: fireflies and music boxes, the stars that outnumber all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the world, pinhead eggs that become caterpillars that dissolve into genetic soup from which arise butterflies, that some hearts are dark and others full of light.
But by nature, the human heart yearns most for what it cannot have.
The chill, like scurrying spiders, worked deeper into him, weaving webs of ice in the hollows of his bones.