The joy of meeting pays the pangs of absence; else who could bear it?
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.
The eternal quest of the human being is to shatter his loneliness.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.
Remember me and smile, for it's better to forget than to remember me and cry.