I'm here. I love you. I don't care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. If you need the medication again, go ahead and take it - I will love you through that, as well. If you don't need the medication, I will love you, too. There's nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.

The Balinese don't wait and see "how things go." That would be terrifying. They organize how things go, in order to keep things from falling apart.

Devotion is diligence without assurance.

The sentences still form in my mind, and thoughts still do their little show-off dance, but I know my thought patterns so well now that they don't bother me anymore. My thoughts have become like old neighbors, kind of bothersome but ultimately rather endearing - Mr. and Mrs. Yakkity-Yak and their three dumb children, Blah, Blah and Blah. But they don't agitate my home. There's room for all of us in this neighborhood.

Well... "why" is a hard question to answer in any language.

... sometimes you count the days, sometimes you weigh them.

Sometimes it's just true that other people have better ideas for your life than you do.

Or, as Sextus, the ancient Pythagorian philosopher, said, "The wise man is always similar to himself." -

My life had gone to bits and I was so unrecognizable to myself that I probably couldn't have picked me out of a police lineup.