Every moment is a moment of decision, and every moment turns us inexorably in the direction of the rest of our lives.

I'm terrified that I will never be able to put him from my mind. I don't love him but I'm afraid that he will make it impossible for me ever to love anyone else.

I do not admire greatness that has no substance.

The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away.

Every moment is a moment of decision, and every moment turns us inexorably in the direction of the rest of our lives.

Did everyone make the most ghastly blunders at regularly intervals through their life and live to regret them ever afterward? Was everyone's life filled with confusing and contradictory mix of guilt and innocence, hatred and love, concern and unconcern, and any number of other pairings of polar opposites? Or were most people one thing or the other - good or bad, cheerful or crotchety, generous or miserly, and so on.

And of course the word love has many shades of meaning, as do many, many of the words in our living, breathing language