You'll stop hurting when you stop hoping.

Why was love such an addictive drug?
Why did loving someone cause such suffering?

He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her.
But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?

When it comes to books and friends, it is best to have only a few but all good ones.

Now he could say for sure that he'd never known a feeling stronger than that of being at one with another person - that rare feeling of not being alone anymore.

On la connaît tous...
Cette solitude qui nous mine parfois.
Qui sabote notre sommeil ou pourrit nos petits matins.

C'est la tristesse du premier jour d'école.
C'est lorsqu'il embrasse une fille plus belle dans la cour du lycée.
C'est Orly ou la gare de l'Est à la fin d'un amour.
C'est l'enfant qu'on ne fera jamais ensemble.

C'est quelquefois moi.
C'est quelquefois vous.

Mais il suffit parfois d'une rencontre...