To love is to risk not being loved in return.

We seem to gain wisdom more readily through our failures than through our successes. We always think of failure as the antithesis of success, but it isn't. Success often lies just the other side of failure.

This loving person is a person who abhors waste - waste of time, waste of human potential. How much time we waste. As if we were going to live forever.

One does not fall "in" or "out" of love. One grows in love.

Loving yourself involves the discovery of the true wonder of you; not only the present you, but the many possibilities of you. It involves the continual realization that you are unique, like no other person in the world, that life is, or should be, the discovery, the development and the sharing of this uniqueness.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

After all, the wrong is done. It is past and cannot be changed. We have only the present and the future upon which to move forward.