Memories are simply moments that refuse to be ordinary.
That's what I learned. I learned I couldn't shed light on love other than to feel its comings and goings and be grateful.
What is perfection, anyway? It's the death of creativity, that's what I think, while change on the other hand, is the cornerstone of new ideas.
We can't save the past or solve the riddle of love. But to me, it's worth trying.
The exhausting effort to control time by altering the effects of age doesn't bring happiness.
A sense of freedom is something that, happily, comes with age and life experience.
No one can predict who is going to touch your heart in a way that changes your very being.
Its the journey that counts, not the arrival.
We’re all just trying to get through the day.
You can see. Seeing is believing. Seeing is the gift that keeps giving. It’s much more engaging than being seen.