Rien n’est plus trompeur qu’une photo : on croit fixer un moment heureux pour l’éternité alors qu’on ne crée que de la nostalgie

He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her.
But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?

Why was love such an addictive drug?
Why did loving someone cause such suffering?

You'll stop hurting when you stop hoping.

When it comes to books and friends, it is best to have only a few but all good ones.

Now he could say for sure that he'd never known a feeling stronger than that of being at one with another person - that rare feeling of not being alone anymore.