Life

And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.

And I know I have spent every life before this searching for you. Not someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine must always come together.

The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.

Our life is made by the death of others

"You're going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words at all the right times. But in the end, it's always their actions you should judge them by. It's actions, not words, that matter."

People come, people go – they’ll drift in and out of your life, almost like characters in a favorite book. When you finally close the cover, the characters have told their story and you start up again with another book, complete with new characters and adventures. Then you find yourself focusing on the new ones, not the ones from the past.

It’s okay. Life doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to be lived.

For strange effects and extraordinary combinations we must go to life itself, which is always far more daring than any effort of the imagination.

"I want to tell you the ocean knows this:
that life in its jewel boxes is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,
and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the petal hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.

I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead of human eyes,
dead in those darknesses, of fingers accustomed to the triangle,
longitudes on the timid globe of an orange.

I walked around as you do, investigating the endless star,
and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,
the only thing caught: a fish, trapped inside the wind"

Vale a pena ficar por aqui para fazer do meu cantinho do mundo um lugar um pouco melhor.

Não perca tempo querendo dizer que a ama. Simplesmente faça ela te amar !

O Sol é como uma mulher, quando
beijamos seus lábios quentes ela
deixa um pouco de cor por toda parte.

Você não pode sentir pena de si mesmo, você tem que continuar.

Você não pode não se importar com coisas com as quais realmente se importa. Você não pode se enganar.

Perguntaram a Buda se ele já havia sentido raiva:é claro disse Buda!Preguntaram a Buda se ele já havia sentido desejo de atacar o outro:é claro disse Buda!Mas se estou conectado a todas as coisa disse Buda como isso me faria bem?

Mas o mundo vai continuar sem mim, e você também.

[...] e nas noites solitárias do meu eu, saio pra dançar salsa com a minha confusão

As pessoas boas fazem coisas pelas outras pessoas. É isso. Fim.

O que aconteceu não é culpa de ninguém. Não saia culpando o mundo.