Only on very rare occasions do we find someone to whom we can convey our mood with precision, someone with whom we can communicate perfectly. It is almost a miracle, or an unexpected stroke of luck, to find that person.
The silence is so deep that it almost hurts the ears.
Then I didn't know. I didn't know that I was capable of hurting someone so deeply that they would never recover. Sometimes, there are people who can hurt others simply by existing.
The partition separating healthy self-confidence from unhealthy arrogance is really thin.
When others hugged me, I thought of you. That's why I didn't want to see you. Because I knew that I couldn't leave you anymore.
Sometimes there is nothing as important as memories.
What has already happened is like a plate broken into a thousand pieces. No matter how hard you try, you can't return it to its original state.
When you come out of that storm, you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what the storm is all about.
The best thing is mutual aid. As we all know that we are imperfect, we try to help each other.