Don't repeat chapters,
the ending of the story will never change.

The truth of the matter is, people are always going to
stay in our hearts, whether or not they are in our lives.

Do you remember what it was like before? It's been months, and everyday I remember something new.
It's like little pieces of wood floating to the surface, only hinting at the shipwreck beneath.

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a child-hood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moon-lit beach; a third, a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad august in a mid-western town. Smells denote softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years. They hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.

2. What they say, life goes on, is mostly true. The mail is delivered, and the christmas lights go up and down from the houses, and the ladders get put away, and you open yet another box of cereal. In time, the volume of my feelings would be turned down in gentle increments to near quiet, and yet the record would still spin, always spin.

"A person can learn a lot from a dog, even a loopy one like ours. Marley taught me about living each day with unbridled exuberance and joy, about seizing the moment and following your heart. He taught me to appreciate the simple things-a walk in the woods, a fresh snowfall, a nap in a shaft of winter sunlight. And as he grew old and achy, he taught me about optimism in the face of adversity. Mostly, he taught me about friendship and selflessness and, above all else, unwavering loyalty." - Marley and Me by John Grogan

Sometimes we don't ever move on...it's kind of like if someone was to dig a huge hole in the street, the first few times you would forget it's there and fall into it and get injured. But, as time goes on you rememer that it's there and you start reminding yourself to walk around it.

That's why I don't do drugs or drink. I want everything I say or write to come from the heart, not a pill or a pipe.

Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.

"The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn’t live boldly enough, that they didn’t invest enough heart, didn’t love enough."