You can't substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship

When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

Love each other or die.

You should be convinced of the authenticity of what you have, but you must also be humble enough to say that we don't know everything. And since we don't know everything, we must accept that another person may believe something else.

Fairness, does not govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young. ~ The blue man

No, Edward. You are here so I can teach you something. All the people you meet here have one thing to teach you.