“You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.”

When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.

You knew me. You knew that person, but you don’t know the person I’m trying to become… You are not your past!

One day spent with someone you love can change everything.

You have to start over. That’s what they say. But life is not a board game, and losing a loved one is never really “starting over.” More like “continuing without.

People are only mean when they are threatened.

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?

Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.

Bittersweet memories dancing in the pupils of my hollowed out eyes, these sugar-coated recollections attempt to latch onto me ultimately eating me alive.

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

What we become depends on what we read after all of the professors have finished with us. The greatest university of all is a collection of books.

What we become depends on what we read after all of the professors have finished with us. The greatest university of all is a collection of books.

People always ask me how I start a collection, and I tell them that I just look around. What am I tired of? What am I in the mood for? Real fashion change comes from real changes in real life. Everything else is just decoration.

I love to collect modern art.

Little moments attach themselves to other little moments and collect into big dreams. We become what we experience.