What’s more, they had taught him to be friendly and helpful to others. Not because he owed it to them. Because he owed it to himself.

Is it true that we can count the moments in which something really happens in our lives? Do we notice it right away, or only in hindsight?

Images can fade. Sounds and smells disappear from our memory. But our heart forgets nothing. A child’s soul knows everything.

She was mystified by people who were always hurrying things along. A time of waiting offered moments, minutes, sometimes even hours of peace, of rest, during which, as a rule, she was alone with herself.

We believe that we see the world around us, and yet it is only the surface that we perceive.

She hoped that Tin Win would learn what she had learned over the years: that there are wounds time does not heal, though it can reduce them to a manageable size.

Hearts sounded different from person to person, betraying age or youth, joy, sorrow, fear, or courage, but that was all.

I will tell you: It’s love. Love makes us beautiful. Do you know a single person who loves and is loved, who is loved unconditionally and who, at the same time, is ugly? There’s no need to ponder the question. There is no such person.

Every life contains the seed of death,” he had explained to Tin Win repeatedly in those first years of their friendship. Death, like birth, was a part of life that no one could escape. It was senseless to resist it. Far better to accept it as natural than to fear it.

I have often wondered what was the source of her beauty, her radiance. It’s not the size of one’s nose, the color of one’s skin, the shape of one’s lips or eyes that make one beautiful or ugly. So what is it? Can you, as a woman, tell me? ” I shook my head. “I will tell you: It’s love. Love makes us beautiful. Do you know a single person who loves and is loved, who is loved unconditionally and who, at the same time, is ugly? There’s no need to ponder the question. There is no such person.