Everything in life in nonsense. it's just a question of persepctive

One is never wholly conscious of the greed hidden in one's heart until one hears the sweet sound of silver.

People tend to complicate their own lives, as if living weren't already complicated enough.

We think we understand a song's lyrics but what makes us believe in them, or not, is the music

In those days, Christmas still retained a certain aura of magic and mystery. The powdery light of winter, the hopeful expressions of people who lived among shadows and silence, lent that setting a slight air of promise in which at least children and those who had learned the art of forgetting could still believe.

But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.

Those were the words she wanted to hear and she finally surrendered to the temptation of believing them.