Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.
Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.
Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remain as your legacy.
Simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures. Simple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being. Patient with both friends and enemies, you accord with the way things are. Compassionate toward yourself, you reconcile all beings in the world.
Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.
If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.
Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.