Time is made for dying in a thousand ways, so why be afraid of dying when a kind of dying could come all the time? Live every day like you're terminal. Because you are. Live every day like your soul is eternal. Because it is.

Pick up a yardstick to measure your life against anyone else's, and you've just picked up a stick and beaten up your own soul.

Comparison is a thug that robs your joy. But it's even more than that - Comparison makes you a thug who beats down somebody - or your soul.

Scales always lie. They don't make a scale that ever told the truth about value, about worth, about significance.

The real romantics are the boring ones - they let another heart bore a hole deep into theirs.