“I run to the high mountainsI pour my heart out to the skiesI sing of the summer songWhile the sky above dance in the yellow light.The cool breeze fools the sun aboveTakes a run, wins the mighty fig...”

“If Im perplexed by the fact that Im constantly lost, maybe somewhere in my head Ive determined that being lost serves a greater purpose than being found.”

“I seem to be torn between 'I wish we'd met earlier' and 'I wish we'd never met'.”

“But what if hope had a threshold? What if there was a limit to it? What if each of us was only given a certain amount and mine was used up?”

“The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.”

“Men work together,' I told him from the heart,'Whether they work together or apart.”

“Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.”