He remembers what I forget and I remember what he forgets. It's too late for either of us to make another old friend.

It ended sadly. The kind of ending where you wait together, holding hands and weeping, while off in another room, love slowly dies.

After all, there are those people we like and dislike, there are those people we love, and then there are those we recognize. These are the unbreakable connections.

Once upon a time, when I was young, his forgetting might have rendered my memory meaningless. I no longer require so much from life.

Napping is divine, but I no longer have all the time in the world.

The future is trash. Recycling it, re-arranging it. Making it beautiful again.

The simple act of being completely attentive & present to another person is an act of love, and it fosters unshakeable well-being.

You can become the greatest personality in your community by developing the sagacity of humility, teachability, prosperity-mentality and accountability.

How foolish of me to have disregarded you, dear goddess. I won’t make that mistake again.

I love my own coincidences and love to hear other peoples' stories.

Life is so short that it is not wise to take roundabout ways, nor can we spend much time in waiting.... We have not got half-way to dawn yet.

We figure out what death means when we're born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it.

Gentlemen, include me out.

Success is not measured in achievement of goals, but in the stress and strain of meeting those goals

You are rewarded not according to your work or your time but according to the measure of your love.