Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued read more

Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was read more

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.

The difference between school and life? In school, you're taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you're read more

The difference between school and life? In school, you're taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you're given a test that teaches you a lesson.

Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die.

Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die.

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.

This life is worth living, we can say, since it is what we make it.

This life is worth living, we can say, since it is what we make it.

Life is like wind. When it blows, it washes everything away, so clutch onto what you are holding.

Life is like wind. When it blows, it washes everything away, so clutch onto what you are holding.

Life, we learn too late, is in the living, the tissue of every day and hour.

Life, we learn too late, is in the living, the tissue of every day and hour.

Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it read more

Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.