“For those who may be hurting over lost love: Don’t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.”

The truth is I’m getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don’t feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.

It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

Old people, with other old people, are not so old.

The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.

What is essential, therefore, is not that you no longer believe, but that God continues to believe in you.

Nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

Very well, I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant.

We’ll grow old waiting.

And it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love.

Curiosity is one of the many masks of love.

I don’t believe in God, but I’m afraid of Him.

The adolescents of my generation, greedy for life, forgot in body and soul about their hopes for the future until reality taught them that tomorrow was not what they had dreamed, and they discovered nostalgia.

For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.

Freedom is often the first casualty of war.

It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.

I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

It’s better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone – so far.

Sometimes things fall apart so that better things can fall together.

We don’t really heal anything; we simply let it go.

The ones that love us never really leave us.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.

If I am really a part of your dream, you’ll come back one day.