The only way to remove pain from death is to remove love from life.
Small kindnesses often, unintentionally, produce the biggest payoffs.
Denial, perhaps, is a necessary human mechanism to cope with the heartaches of life.
I have a penchant for fresh notebooks and mechanical pencils. It seems every time I go to the store, I buy a new notebook. I have dozens of them just sitting around.
Forgiveness is the key to the heart's shackles.
Could it be that to truly love a thing is not to desire it, but to desire happiness for it?