[Would] a sensible man spit out the juicy morsel that good fortune put in his mouth?
And I'm moved, it's so beautiful. Not what I wrote, but to have it given back like this. To have her remember the words and the tune. To hear it in her voice.
Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.
She transforms once again into someone carefree, and I transform into someone whose only care is her.
The older you get, the wiser you are - this is true. But you also question what use this wisdom is. y
If there's one thing I've learned, it's this: We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.
Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.
In just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee
It is a feature of human nature to give what we most wish to receive.
Life is suffering. We have desires and expectations and egos, and we compare the reality we have, which is miraculous and wondrous, with this reality we desire. That somehow distances us from actually taking part fully with the reality we do have, and that creates suffering. For me, the thing that I love is that it's all about the present moment.
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.