you had to hurt in order to be enlightened. And in order to hurt, you had to look and feel and understand. When I thought about it that way, a genuine life founded on enlightenment could not exist without compassion. There was no compassion without understanding, and no understanding without interest. Love meant taking an interest in other people‘s lives.
Not every mistake deserves a consequence. Sometimes the only thing it deserves is forgiveness
It is the kind of book you want to read it slow. You would want to finish it and at the same time not to. It's tragedy disguised in beauty. At the end you will be struck with dolefulness but the beauty will make you smile through tears. It's a story with something very innate at its core. Something so essential that after finishing it, you will feel empty. Empty because you think there can be no other book so fulfilling.
He's the boy who refuses to fear the opposite sex, purely because everyone else chooses to embrace that particular fear, and he's the type who is unafraid to make a decision
