Our lives were now worlds apart, separated by time, circumstance, and the unbridgeable chasm of money.

The mind defines, decides, doubts and divides - only the heart truly binds.

On the seventh day of the Seventh-month, in the Palace of Long Life,We told each other secretly in the quiet midnight worldThat we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one,And to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree.'Earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end,While this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever.

Apparently there were seven stages of grief but that was a neat way of putting it. Grief was messy and didn't colour inside the lines.

Wives?' she asked, interrupting him. For a moment, he had assumed she was tuning to the novel. Then he saw her waiting, suspicious eyes, so he replied cautiously, 'None active,' as if wives were volcanoes.

Honor is the only thing that separates us from animals.

Fear and hate create separation, love and joy creates belongingness and wholeness.

We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everyhwere.

We are never separated. Our hearts are connected with a threadless garland called love.

To lose a worthless friend is worthy of a testimony.