I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving a damn.

Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time... It tells us to tell each other right now that we love each other.

We treat our encounters with them with carefree casualness. We are certain that our relationships will naturally take care of themselves.

It is difficult for some people to accept that love is a choice. This seems to run counter to the generally accepted theory of romantic love which expounds that love is inborn and as such requires no more than to accept it. This theory believes that love is a magical force which frees us from all suffering and solves every problem, that it is an end unto itself. To a limited extent, there may be some truths to each of these beliefs, but having the capacity to love is not the same as having the ability to love.

The only lasting trauma is the one we suffer without positive change.

The only people who become wealthy by being concerned with the future are insurance companies.

We need others. We need others to love and we need to be loved by them. There is no doubt that without it, we too, like the infant left alone, would cease to grow, cease to develop, choose madness and even death.