Nothing is ever perfect. It is what you make of it.

I think it's important to try to be present with whatever it is you're doing. And if you can't be present, take a break.

Things certainly aren't the way you imagine them when you're a kid and dreaming big dreams about what your life as a grown-up will look like.

You can't quantify love, and if you try, you can wind up focusing on misleading factors.

Things are what they are and there's no point dwelling in the past or wondering what could have been.

Then he continues his rant,saying, "And even if I didn't know them, I know their type." "And what type is that?" she asks,leaning foward in her chair,yearning for confirmation that he gets it,that they are like-minded in their observations of others and the circumspect way they view the world. "Oh,let's see," he says,rubbing his jaw. "Superficial.Artificial.Sheep. They're more worried about how they come across to others than who they really are.They exhaust themselves in their pursuit of things that don't really matter.

I'm not trying to convey a message, I'm just trying to tell a story.