“Death is the end of a lifetime, not the end of a relationship.”

There is no such thing as ‘too late’ in life.

We are too involved in materialistic things, and they don’t satisfy us. The loving relationships we have, the universe around us, we take these things for granted.

Anger is a poison. It eats us inside. We think when we hate someone we hurt them, but hatred is a curved blade, and the harm we do to others we also do to ourselves.

What you have done to this point cannot be undone. What you do next. It is still unwritten.

The universe is too grand and harmonious to believe it’s all an accident.

Fear is how you lose your life…a little bit at a time…What we give to fear, we take away from…faith.

Love wins, love always wins.

I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle the nights i can’t remember the mornings I slept thru all the time spent running from myself.

Knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.

You know what really offers you satisfaction? Offering others what you have to give.

Have you found someone to share your heart with? Are you giving to your community? Are you at peace with yourself? Are you trying to be as human as you can be?

Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do. Accept the past as past, without denying it or discarding it. Learn to forgive yourself and to forgive others. Don’t assume that it’s too late to get involved.

Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.

Holding on to things only breaks your heart.

In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it.

What’s wrong with being number 2?

The past has to be seen to be dead; or the past will kill.

The dangerous man is the one who has only one idea, because then he’ll fight and die for it.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.

A civilization which has taken over the world cannot be said to be dying.

Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.

Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art; I greatly fear, my dear Charles, it has killed you.

For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.