I never did learn how to live in the moment, but I did learn that moments could be wasted and the world would continue to spin on its axis.

They were partners. She would always make impulsive decisions and he would make slow, reasoned ones. He would always be a little terrified that she would look at him with the scorn he saw in his mother's eyes. And she would always be a little terrified that he would look at her and not love her enough. In short, they were made for each other.

I have come to the conclusion that silence and time are the most precious commodities.

I would prefer not to throw myself on a funeral pyre. Please come back to me.

I don't want Christmas season to end, because it's the only time I can legitimately indulge in on particular addiction: glitter.

Life should not be measured by time. The only thing that counts is how one uses the time one has.

Let go of the anger, hang on to the good lessons.