People don't know when they are happy. They're never so unhappy as they think they are.

All thirsts are without explanations, as are all loves.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

Much of life can never be explained but only witnessed.

Imagination could never invent the number of different contradictions that exist innately in each person's heart.

Psychology which explains everything, explains nothing.

There's no way to know what makes one thing happen and not another. What leads to what. What destroys what. What causes what to flourish or die or take another course.

There is no formula to relationships.

there never is a happy ending because nothing ever ends.

We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.

There is no scientific explanation for consciousness yet it is.

They've got no idea what happiness is, they don't know that without this love there is no happiness or unhappiness for us — there is no life.

We can never know anything.

There isnt always an explanation for everything.