Cinta bagai udara. Tak berbatas. Tak bisa dipotong-potong dan ditaruh ditas, saku atau peti. Kita tak bisa hanya mengambil sepotong cinta, karena kalau begitu kita selalu menemukan orang yang potongannya lebih besar.
Happiness always has an object... Depends on external things. Joy... Has no object. It seizes you for no apparent reason, it’s like the sun, its burning is fueled by its own heart.
Va’ Dove Ti Porta Il Cuore.
Follow your heart, and listen when it speaks to you.
To make mistakes is natural, but to go to one’s grave without having understood them is to make life a pointless exercise.
Love doesn’t suit the lazy; sometimes it requires strong, precise actions.
But in order to be strong, you have to love yourself, and in order to love yourself, you need thorough self-knowledge, you need to know everything about yourself, including your most hidden secrets, the ones most difficult to accept.
The love withheld is always the love we long for most.
Unshed tears leave a deposit on your heart. Eventually they form a crust around it and paralyze it, the way mineral deposits paralyze a washing machine.
Orang yang mencintai menanggung risiko lebih besar, dan sering harus membayar harga yang lebih tinggi.
Understanding demands silence.