“Never discard anything without saying thank you and good-bye.”

Caring for your possessions is the best way to motivate them to support you, their owner.

The lives of those who tidy thoroughly and completely, in a single shot, are without exception dramatically altered.

Everyone needs a sanctuary.

Clutter has only two possible causes: too much effort is required to put things away or it is unclear where things belong.

I believe that tidying is a celebration, a special send-off for those things that will be departing from the house, and therefore I dress accordingly.

Human beings can only truly cherish a limited number of things at one time. As I am both lazy and forgetful, I can’t take proper care of too many things.

To throw away what you no longer need is neither wasteful nor shameful.

You could say that tidying orders the mind while cleaning purifies it.

We live in this moment. Who you are now is more important than memories of your past. Be good to yourself.

If you want to meet a beautiful home that is just right for you, take good care of the one you live in now.

Discard first, store later.

I’m sure most of us have been scolded for not tidying up our rooms, but how many of our parents consciously taught us how to tidy as part of our upbringing?

The true purpose of a present is to be received.

When people revert to clutter no matter how much they tidy, it is not their room or their belongings but their way of thinking that is at fault.

Just because you dispose of something does not mean you give up past experiences or your identity.

Follow your intuition and all will be well.

And leave in a prominent point of view the general facts, by virtue of which society exists and is preserved.

I found Rome built of bricks; I leave her clothed in marble.

You were the easiest to love. Hardest to leave. And impossible to forget.

I was so busy loving you. I didn’t notice you were leaving.

And sometimes they leave not because they didn’t love enough. But maybe because love isn’t everything.

Let me be like the leaves on the trees. Let me sway with the gentlest breeze.

If trees looked at fallen leaves and gave up, we would have no forests.

Just because you’re leaving, doesn’t mean I’m letting go.