So many things become beautiful when you really look.

So many things become beautiful when you really look.

Concentrated attention is the collection of units of power on a chosen point of intention.

Concentrated attention is the collection of units of power on a chosen point of intention.

Sometimes even though you're having a good time, you can't help but to stop and think about how much you read more

Sometimes even though you're having a good time, you can't help but to stop and think about how much you miss the old times.

When you live with another person for 50 years, all of your memories are invested in that person, like a read more

When you live with another person for 50 years, all of your memories are invested in that person, like a bank account of shared memories. It’s not that you refer to them constantly. In fact, for people who do not live in the past, you almost never say, Do you remember that night we...? But you don’t have to. That is the best of all. You know that the other person does remember. Thus, the past is part of the present as long as the other person lives. It is better than any scrapbook, because you are both living scrapbooks.

Good days are to be gathered like grapes, to be trodden and bottled into wine and kept for age to read more

Good days are to be gathered like grapes, to be trodden and bottled into wine and kept for age to sip at ease beside the fire. If the traveler has vintaged well, he need trouble to wander no longer; the ruby moments glow in his glass at will.

So when you are listening to somebody, completely, attentively, then you are listening not only to the words, but also read more

So when you are listening to somebody, completely, attentively, then you are listening not only to the words, but also to the feeling of what is being conveyed, to the whole of it, not part of it.

True Love burns the brightest, But the brightest flames leave the deepest scars.

True Love burns the brightest, But the brightest flames leave the deepest scars.

She listened to him all night and he found her fascinating.

She listened to him all night and he found her fascinating.

I worked so hard for that first kissAnd a heart don’t forget something like thatLike an old photographTime can make read more

I worked so hard for that first kissAnd a heart don’t forget something like thatLike an old photographTime can make a feeling fadeBut the memory of a first loveNever fades away.