The heart consists of several delicate glass fibers.

It is important not to forget what is important.

The longest journey of all is the one that goes inwards.

 What is eating you?

What is making you sleepless?

More importantly, am I making a difference being here?

Some things don't change.

“Would you like some tea?” Auntie Kwan stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
“I’m good for now, thank you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”
“Okay.”
They seemed to have something very interesting on TV. This man was talking in a flying phone booth.
“Soo…” Uncle Chiu, started to speak, “how’s your grandfather?”
“I am not too sure, but things are not looking good.”
“Can he still remember you?”
“Unfortunately no. He appears to think that I was still eleven.”
“Two sugar?” We heard Auntie’s shout from the kitchen.
“Yes.” Uncle turned to the kitchen and shouted back. “I don’t suppose he remembers your sister?”
“He does.”
“That’s strange. Does he want to see her?”
Auntie came out with two cups. She handed one to Uncle and sat down before she took a sip of hers.
“You say she isn’t living here anymore?” I asked.
“No, she isn’t. She moved to…hmm…Fulham?”
“Durham.” Uncle corrected her.
“Yes, she moved to Durham to start university, then to Scotland after she’d graduated.”
I looked at her.
“Did she not tell you?”
I shook my head.
“Oh she must have forgotten then.”
“Did she leave an address?”
“Yeah, we received a letter from her last month.” She stood up and walked into one of the bedrooms. She walked out with a piece of paper after a few seconds.

Language is language. Sentiment is sentiment.

I could never say exactly what I want to say.

"It's going to be okay."

That's all I want to hear.

Ten was green.

Ten is purple.

Songs. Songs. Songs.

She is gazing up the azure sky as usual.