Random pieces

I slept through my life

When you leave, you carry a part of me with you. So come back sometime.

My heart was in my words, but the explanation made no sense. Typical me.

Without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's - Amelie

We pass the time of day to forget how time passes – Amelie

When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I’m feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. – Frederick Buechner

"I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes" – Vladimir Nabokov

People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves

Happiness is only real when shared.

Show class, have pride and display character. If you do, winning takes care of itself – Paul Bryant

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it – Albus Dumbledore

Maybe death is the great equalizer, the one big thing that can finally make strangers shed a tear for one another – Mitch Albom

Sometimes you cannot believe what you see; you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too—even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling – Morrie

We will hold hands…And there’ll be a lot of love passing between us. –Morrie

A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops. – Henry Adams

Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live – Morrie

No one really believes they’re going to die – Morrie

Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge is yourself – Sarah Dessen

If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else’s, we’d grab ours back