“Make a list of twenty-five things you want to experience before you die. Carry it in your wallet or purse and refer to it often.”

A friend is someone who knows you and loves you for what you were and who you are, and who also shares your hopes and dreams for who you can become.

Life is slippery. Here, take my hand.

After you’ve work hard to get what you want, take the time to enjoy it.

Live so that when your children think of fairness, caring, and integrity, they think of you.

People who accomplish big things did small things well.

Love is when the other person’s happiness is more important than your own.

Get your priorities straight. No one ever said on his death bed, ‘Gee, if I’d only spent more time at the office.’

Don’t flaunt your success, but don’t apologize for it either.

Choose your life’s mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 percent of all your happiness or misery.

Always kiss your children goodnight, even if they’re already asleep.

Good character is more to be praised than outstanding talent. Most talents are, to some extent, a gift. Good character, by contrast, is not given to us. We have to build it, piece by piece – by thought, choice, courage, and determination.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

Opportunity dances with those already on the dance floor.

Let perseverance be your engine and hope your fuel.

Strive for excellence, not perfection.

Always have something beautiful in sight, even if it’s just a daisy in a jelly glass

Death is a mighty mediator. There all the flames of rage are extinguished, hatred is appeased, and angelic pity, like a weeping sister, bends with gentle and close embrace over the funeral urn.

Artists die twice. First creatively. Then physically. The second one is the easiest.

Between holding on and letting go october discerns october knows, that life lurks between the clouds of death and death breathes with every rebirth.

Rock stars come and go. Musicians play until they die.

The dead have need of fairy tales too.

Death is just where your suit falls off and now you’re in your other suit. You can’t see it on this level, but it’s all right. Don’t worry.

She might have liked to try to strangle him with those slender fingers of hers, but she wanted to make a job of it and this great patience with which she waited for her claws to grow was in itself a form of enjoyment.

Whoever lives among many evils just as I, how can dying not be a source of gain?