SYMPHONY OF LOVE

A father is a daughter’s first love and a son’s first hero.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb us.

He never treated her as a wife. He wooed her over and over again, with presents, flowers, new pleasures.

The secret is to never lose sight of the simple, everyday miracles of life: good food, literature, laughter, music, compelling conversation, nature, and art.

For the sunset. We must wait until it is time.

If you tell the truth you don’t have to remember anything.

There is only one success, he said to himself—to be able to spend your life in your own way, and not to give others absurd maddening claims upon it.

Nothing will do more to lighten your own burden than helping the other fellow to bear his.

Child, I know you dream of flowers, but first you must plant the seeds.

If we want peace, we have to be peace. Peace is a practice and not a hope.

…life is like our game at whist…I don’t enjoy the game much, but I like to play my cards well, and see what will be the end of it…

Everyday may not be good, but there is always something good in everyday.

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

Don’t ever save anything for a special occasion. Being alive is the special occasion.

…it is always darkest just before the day dawneth…

Know when to tune out. If you listen to too much advice, you may wind up making other people’s mistakes.

People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.