“There should be laughter, and kisses and comfort.”

My eyes have always been open, but I see best with my heart.

Simple moments, full of laughter, and loved ones, make life rich.

See me for all I am and all I am not and stay.

Let your life be the creation of art.

Love is a choice our heart makes without our permission.

It is hard when a dream comes true but doesn’t last.

Stay close to the people that feel like home.

Try to believe that still within you are flowers left to bloom.

And whenever my mind wanders, it is always to you.

Your eyes was the color of forever.

Action illustrates desire.

Love holds on when everything else lets go.

There are stars in my heart shining for you.

You keep me at a distance when all I want to have you is close.

All I ever wanted with you was everything.

Step back and see who comes forward.

​​​​​​You’re going to feel uncomfortable in your new world for a bit. It always does feel strange to be knocked out of your comfort zone.

The more comfort becomes your priority, the more contracted you become with fear.

I don’t let any personal views about religion cause me to want to take away something that’s offering the patient comfort.

Since we think about ourselves so much of the time, it is comforting to assume … that we really know the score…. [But] this is not an easy assignment.

But Humanity, in its desire for comfort, had over-reached itself. It had exploited the riches of nature too far. Quietly and complacently, it was sinking into decadence, and progress had come to mean the progress of the Machine.

Gritty people train at the edge of their comfort zone. They zero in on one narrow aspect of their performance and set a stretch goal to improve it.

I think we ripple on into others, just like a stone puts its ripples into a brook. That, for me, too, is a source of comfort. It kind of, in a sense, negates the sense of total oblivion.

How defeated and restless the child that is not doing something in which it sees a purpose, a meaning! It is by its self-directed activity that the child, as years pass, finds its work, the thing it wants to do and for which it finally is willing to deny itself pleasure, ease, even sleep and comfort.