When the wind rises, we set forth. Affection resides in that unreachable place; whether we meet or not, whether we stay or leave, it matters not.
Maturity is a light that is bright but not blinding, a sound that is mellow but not jarring, a composure that no longer pleads with the outside world, and a height that is not steep.
Perhaps one only becomes mature after traveling many roads and experiencing the sudden prosperity and desolation of life. No matter what the world says, I believe my own feelings are true. Regardless of others' opinions, I will never disrupt my own rhythm. Things we love can be sustained, while those we do not can never last.
All people and all things are interconnected. In giving, you are actually benefiting yourself; in harming another life, you are harming yourself.
People often mistake the feeling of longing for the person who haunts their heart, confusing the ache of unrequited desire with love itself.
If you dislike me, I do not mind, for I do not live to please you.