It won't make you feel any better, he told me, it might even make things worse for a while. But you mustn't let the sadness die inside you. You have to give it some life.

It’s always hard to lose somebody. It leaves a hole in you heart that never grows back.

Memories have no life. They're just pale reminders of a time that's gone-like faded photographs.

Trust, faith,good, bad... none of it matters. All you ever do is what you have to do. Follow your disires, fulfill your needs, escape from pain. That's all there is to it.

That's what happens. You just get on with it. There are no endings.

The days passed, as they do, and life went on.

Because some things are never meant to be anything more than a moment. And that was one of them.

It was a truth that invaded her, like a dark disease, a truth too painful to talk about. And I was beginning to wonder if all I was doing was making it worse.

The sadness, the silence, the darkness, the loneliness... all of it held in a simple little moment. It was just so... I don't know. Just so much.

I used to come here on my own sometimes... Id' stay down here for ages." Her voice was barely audible. "It's a good place for sadness.

I'm still living it now, every day, living it out in my mind - following the ups and downs, walking the pathways, reliving the moments of our Moonlight World... It's a day that never dies.

I'll not listen to reason... reason always means what someone else has got to say.

If you are looking for verses with which to oppress women, you will find them. If you are looking for verses with which to liberate and honor women, you will find them.

The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.

Choose always the way that seems the best however rough it may be custom will soon render it easy and agreeable.

Time cleanses what it touches over time.

All would live long, but none would be old.

Giving builds loyal customers and turns those customers into supporters...You can find passion and profit and meaning all at once, right now.

For the past eighty years I have started each day in the same manner... I go to the piano, and I play preludes and fugues of Bach... It is a sort of benediction on the house.

Too much intensity can be a bad thing.

Those who are absent, by its means become present; it [mail] is the consolation of life.