Such Fickle Days Of Love When Pain

Maybe, If We Just Accepted Our Deaths, We Might Finally Start To Live.

...for We Are All Amateurs At Life, But If We Do Not Focus Too Much On Our Mistakes, A Miraculous Picture Emerges. And We Learn That It's Not The Beauty Of The Image That Warrants Our Gratitude--it's The Chance To Paint.

Sunsets, Like Childhood, Are Viewed With Wonder Not Just Because They Are Beautiful But Because They Are Fleeting.

Suffering Ceases To Be Suffering When We Form A Clear Picture Of It.

There Are Far Too Many People For Us To Think About Each Of Them During Our Short Stay On Earth—like The Thousands Of Books In A Library We Haven’t Time To Read In An Afternoon. But This Is No Excuse To Cease Browsing. For Every Now And Then, We Find That One Book That Reaches Us Deep Inside And Introduces Us To Ourselves. And, In Someone Else’s Story, We Come To Understand Our Own.