Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening to compose their thoughts, maybe the next evening as well.

You may not have known the reason at the time, and that is what heaven is for. For understanding your life on earth.

If you hold back on the emotions--if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them--you can never get to being detached, you're too busy being afraid.

She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this. And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

It is never too late or too soon. It is when it is supposed to be.

You're not going to fix things by helping 65-year-olds or 75-year-olds for any long run.

As mankind grew obsessed with its hours, the sorrow of lost time became a permanent hole in the human heart. People fretted over missed chances, over inefficient days; they worried constantly about how long they would live, because counting life’s moments had led, inevitably, to counting them down. Soon, in every nation and in every language, time became the most precious commodity.