“But the world is out there, and it understands that the illusion of knowledge and freedom is not the same as the real thing.”

It hurts being the one who loves more

It takes loneliness in oneself to recognize it in another.

It’s frightening how much things change in seventy-one years.

The afterlife is whatever a soul wishes or believes it to be.

Finally he closed the distance between us and kissed me – a sweet, gentle kiss that held within it every single one of the thousand days I’d loved him as my everything, long after I’d begun to love him as a friend.

Sometimes love is quite, lingering in the background until you least expect it. But love it always there for you

I care,” he said in a trembling voice. “I care so much that I do not know how to tell you without it seeming inconsequential compared to how.

I feel. Even if I am distant at times and seem as if I do not want to be with you, it is only because this scares me, too.

Sadness doesn’t equal weakness, sweetheart. If anything, it shows the love you have inside of you, and nothing stronger in this world exists.

Being brave doesn’t mean never being afraid, you know. It means going for it anyway because you know it’s the right thing to do.

Keep trying until you have no more chances left.

Love is the way I feel for you, the way you fill something inside me whenever you so much as walk into the same room.

Sometimes we misjudge what is possible and what is not.

Harry Potter changed my life in more ways than one, and it helped me get through my mothers death.

Whatever obstacles you face, remember you can get through anything if you want to badly enough.

Eventually it will fade, and there are those who will do whatever it takes to make that happen sooner rather than later.

If only we can give them faith that mountains can be moved, they will accept the illusion that mountains are moveable, and thus an illusion may become reality.

We’re all mad, the whole damned race. We’re wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we’re all mad and in solitary confinement.

The world is an illusion, but an illusion which we must take seriously.

If most of us remain ignorant of ourselves, it is because self-knowledge is painful and we prefer the pleasures of illusion.

The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

Religion is an illusion of childhood, outgrown under proper education.

A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep.

He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.