A mother is a mother from the moment her baby is first placed in her arms until eternity. It didn't matter if her child were three, thirteen, or thirty.

Sometimes if you wait too long, it's too late.

That's what dessert means to me: a dollop of sweet love in an otherwise cold world.

Love doesn't go anywhere when you die, you know. The person passes on, the body withers, but love, it survives.

Life is a lease and God is the landlord.

He's definitely one of those men you love before you get to know.

I think the only answer is to live life to the fullest while you can and collect memories like fools collect money. Because in the end, that's all you have - happy memories.