People who truly love us can be divided into two categories: those who understand us, and those who forgive us our worst sins. Rarely do you find someone capable of both.
One of the saddest realities is that we never know when our lives are at their peak. Only after it is over and we have some kind of perspective do we realize how good we had it a day, a month, five years ago.
Dogs are the kids we’ve always wanted. They’re totally devoted and want to live with you until they die. Not like children who can’t wait to take off as soon as they grow up and don’t need you anymore.
The world can be divided between people who can get a waiter’s attention and those who can’t.
You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover’s arms can only come later when you’re sure they won’t laugh if you trip.
Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child’s smile, and a cup of excellent coffee.
I would have given him everything. I would have pulled down planets to make our life work.
The only two important things in life are real love and being at peace with yourself.
How easily we ignore or forget the small kindnesses and considerations in life which are really the only everyday magic we witness on a regular basis. Just think- to make happiness out of nothing more than a few kind words or a generous gesture.
Dogs are minor angels, and I don’t mean that facetiously. They love unconditionally, forgive immediately, are the truest of friends, willing to do anything that makes us happy.
Sometimes you have to give up on people. Not because you don’t care, but because they don’t.
Learn to wait; invariably either things will change or your heart will.
You know people don’t get better as we get older- we just get more of who we are.
The fact that I’m silent doesn’t mean I have nothing to say.
Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s the secret.
Lying is too much trouble. You have to make sure to taste each word before letting it off your tongue. I hate that. It’s hard enough making people understand without lying.
If it was as logical as that, I wouldn’t continue to feel as bad as I do. I know what you’re saying, and you’re absolutely right in a way. But logic and rationality only go so far. Then you know what happens? Ha! Then your heart adds its two cents and everything reasonable goes right-out-the-window.
The problem with waiting for someone, whether that wait is an hour or a lifetime, is everyone’s ‘clock’ is different. So what you might consider forever is only a little while to them, or vice versa.