I made such a fool of myself,†she lamented. “Love does not make you a fool.†“He didn’t love me back.†“That does not make you a fool, either.†“Just tell me …†Her voice cracked. “When does it stop hurting?†“Sometimes never.
We all have same beginning (BIRTH), and we will have same ending (DEATH). So how different can we be?
But all endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.
The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.
There are no random acts...We are all connected...You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind...
And in that line now was a whiskered old man, with a linen cap and a crooked nose, who waited in a place called the Stardust Band Shell to share his part of the secret of heaven: that each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.
Life has to end, love doesn't.
Strangers are just family you have yet to come to know.
Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.