Mortality means you don't have forever to work things out. You can live your life unexamined but then on the last day you're going to think: 'I've left things a little late.

my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways" from the book of Isaiah

Love each other or die.

We do not realize the sound the world makes -- unless, of course, it comes to a stop. Then, when it starts, it sounds like an orchestra.

"You marked the minutes," the old man said. "But did you use them wisely? To be still? To cherish? To be grateful? To lift and be lifted?"

Accept who you are; and revel in it.

What she mostly wanted, he learned, was the same thing many people want--someone to notice she was there.