“Sand and wind are meant to be together.”

Moreover, the wind can blow upon the rock, moving it. As it blows, the rock will eventually turn into sand. This way, the sand and wind can be together.

A stone has no troubles and lives a simple life. The worst that could happen would be being stepped on, but that won’t hurt. Am I right? What about you?

What are you thinking? I’ve already thought it over for you. You’ll become the wind. Because the wind is one of the world’s cleanest things.

If you can reincarnate, what do you wanna be in your next life? I think I want to become a rock.

Rock music is not meant to be perfect.

No man wants to settle down. It happens. Eventually you’re going to bump into somebody that makes you go, ‘Hmm, I don’t mind seeing this person every day.’

Maybe subconsciously I feel I was meant to work hard for a living.

I feel like whatever is meant is meant. I feel like this is already written.

That it is meant to be discarded: that the whole point is to always see it as a soap bubble?

In the end such a breach of trust and confidence meant that I had no option but to leave.

They were soon to emigrate to Canada, and the aerial ride was meant to be a last view of their beloved England.

My heart is at ease knowing that what was meant for me will never miss me, and that what misses me was never meant for me.