Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.

Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.

For pain must enter into its glorified life of memory before it can turn into compassion.

I wish I knew the good of wishing.

Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained

If wishes were held on the skin and swiped by raindrops, then emotions were freeloading off the cells that made up their space. The only offering these cells ever entertained was truth, painful and raw.