“But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways.)”

“One day, she’d find a way to live her life to the fullest. She was sure of it. She just had no idea how she would manage it.”

“One day I would be a better hand at the game. One day I would learn how to laugh.”

“And that is the story of Alma,
Who knew how to receive and to give.
The body that reached her embalma'
Was one that had known how to live.”

“How do I love thee?
Let me count the days.
If there are 50 ways to leave your lover
then there are 50 ways to be left.”

“Come near, that no more blinded by man’s fate,
I find under the boughs of love and hate,
In all poor foolish things that live a day,
Eternal beauty wandering on her way.”

“I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.”

“It was odd that I should discover eternity in this way, long before I knew what eternity was, and even before I had learned the proposition that all man are mortal - yes, while I was actually living in eternity myself. It was as if a fish were suddenly to discover the water it swam in. I mentioned this to my grandfather one day when we happened to be alone in the living-room.”

“I cannot help but wonder how many of us walk through our lives, day after day, feeling slightly broken and alone, surrounded all the time by others who feel exactly the same way.”

“At the end of the day, it would be wise to learn how to cooperate with others; so as not to put yourself first most of the time.”