No One Asked You To Be Happy.

I Love My Past, I Love My Present. I Am Not Ashamed Of What I Have Had, And I Am Not Sad Because I No Longer Have It.

It Takes Time For The Absent To Assume Their True Shape In Our Thoughts.

It's So Curious: One Can Resist Tears And 'behave' Very Well In The Hardest Hours Of Grief. But Then Someone Makes You A Friendly Sign Behind A Window, Or One Notices That A Flower That Was In Bud Only Yesterday Has Suddenly Blossomed, Or A Letter Slips From A Drawer... And Everything Collapses.

I Want Nothing From Love, In Short, But Love.

Be Happy. It's One Way Of Being Wise.