“This loving person is a person who abhors waste – waste of time, waste of human potential. How much time we waste. As if we were going to live forever.”

Each of our acts makes a statement as to our purpose.

Love always creates, it never destroys. In this lie’s man’s only promise.

Living, loving & learning.

Most of us remain strangers to ourselves, hiding who we are, and ask other strangers, hiding who they are, to love us.

There is nothing that is an accident.

When we cling to pain we end up punishing ourselves.

We are born for love, but it will die if not nurtured.

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.

Time has no meaning in itself unless we choose to give it significance.

Don’t brood. Get on with living and loving. You don’t have forever.

We created time, and now we have become the slave of time.

Live nutty. Just occasionally. Just once in a while. And see what happens. It brightens up the day.

We all need each other.

Change is the end result of all true learning.

Man is happiest when he is creating. In fact, the highest state of which man is capable lies in the creative act.

Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time. It tells us to tell each other right now that we love each other.

The sadness will last forever.

In our time together, you claimed a special place in my heart, one I’ll carry with me forever and that no one can ever replace.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

Nothing is forever except change.

It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.

Nothing lasts forever, but at least we’ve got these memories.

It’s nice to have a lot of money, but you know, you don’t want to keep it around forever. I prefer buying things. Otherwise, it’s a little like saving sex for your old age.

To live in the hearts we leave behind is to live forever.