I was a butterfly, or whether I am a butterfly dreaming that I am Chuang Tzu. When I consider this carefully, I find not a single property which with certainty separates the waking state from the dream. Jason Q. Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Henry Louis Mencken Sleep away the years, sleep away the pain, wake tomorrow - a girl again. Now No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy.
People imagine that they can reach one another.
In reality they only pass each other by. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep burning, unquenchable. Henry Ward Beecher Knock on the sky and listen to the sound. It was nobody's fault actually. Sometimes, feelings are gone.