Silence is sometimes the best answer.

Hard times build determination and inner strength. Through them we can also come to appreciate the uselessness of anger. Instead of getting angry nurture a deep caring and respect for troublemakers because by creating such trying circumstances they provide us with invaluable opportunities to practice tolerance and patience.

The remedy is to look deeper and recognize that we human beings are physically, mentally and emotionally the same.

Let us try to recognize the precious nature of each day.

Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.

Be the change you wish to be

Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started

I wanted to say goodbye to someone, and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we´re still alive

Get busy living or get busy dying.....there ain't nothing inbetween

It always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living, or get busy dying.

What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common....

Get busy living or get busy dying

Life is like a wheel. Sooner or later, it always comes around to where you started again

I think different. And I can think different if I want to.

The thought process can never be complete without articulation.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright

A life without love is like a tree without fruit.

Everyone loves something for nothing...even if it costs everything.

Sometimes real love is silent as well as blind.

He killed them with their love

If it's ka it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart

Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

Calling it a simple schoolgirl crush was like saying a Rolls-Royce was a vehicle with four wheels, something like a hay-wagon. She did not giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk his name on trees or write it on the walls of the Kissing Bridge. She simply lived with his face in her heart all the time, a kind of sweet, hurtful ache. She would have died for him..