It’s nice to have someone to believe in you when you, at a certain point, stop believing in yourself.
It’s nice to have someone you can lean on, cry to, call at 4 am just to vent out about the meaning of life.

I’m all about women’s independence, making her own self happy and not be in need of anyone else.
But it’s nice to be taken care of, by someone who is worthy of you, for a change.

—  asjumana
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.