Every person we meet and every experience we encounter holds its own significance.
To my past self, once young and ignorant; to my present self, unapologetic and composed.
I don't know how long I can keep going. Perhaps I will heal myself, perhaps I will be healed, perhaps it will just be like this, or perhaps one day I won't be able to take it anymore. I do not regret any of these outcomes.
Irritable toward family, warm toward friends, and cautious toward oneself—perhaps this is who we are today.
Unlucky people miss opportunities because they focus too much on searching for something specific. They attend a party seeking a perfect partner and thus miss the chance to make good friends. They scour newspapers for a specific job advertisement and miss other types of work. Lucky people are more relaxed and open, allowing them to see what is already present rather than just what they are searching for.
The world is like a giant circus; it excites you, yet fills me with trepidation, for I know that after the show, there is always limited warmth and endless heartache.
Jealousy is inversely proportional to time and distance. People often do not envy those far ahead of them, but rather those slightly better off than themselves nearby.
Life is meant to be managed, not calculated; emotions are meant to be maintained, not tested; lovers are meant to be cherished, not measured; promises are meant to be honored, not embellished; and trust is meant to be deepened, not challenged.
That person may not love you in the way you imagine, but that does not mean they do not love you wholeheartedly.