To live for results would be to sentence myself to continuous frustration. My only sure reward is in my actions and not from them.

Letting people in is largely a matter of not expending the energy to keep them out.

Love, the magician, knows this little trick whereby two people walk in different directions yet always remain side by side.

An argument is always about what has been made more important than the relationship.

Boredom or discontent is useful to me when I acknowledge it and see clearly my assumption that there's something else I would rather be doing. In this way boredom can act as an invitation to freedom by opening me to new options and thoughts. For example, if I can't change the activity, can I look at it more honestly?

My trouble is I analyze life instead of live it.

Very seldom will a person give up on himself. He continues to have hope because he knows he has the potential for change. He tries again - not just to exist, but to bring about those changes in himself that will make life worth living. Yet people are very quick to give up on friends, and especially on their spouses, to declare them hopeless, and to either walk away or do nothing more than resign themselves to a bad situation.