These are a few of my favourite things...

It has never been easy for me to understand the obliteration of time, to accept, as others seem to do, the swelling and corresponding shrinkage of seasons or the conscious acceptance that one year has ended and another has begun. There is something here that speaks of our essentials helplessness and how the greater substance of our lives in bound up with waste and opacity. Even the sentence parts seize on the tongue, so that to say “Twelve years passed” is to deny the fact of biographical logic. How can so much time hold so little, how can it be taken from us?

Passion is passion. It’s the excitement between the tedious spaces, and it doesn’t matter where it’d directed.. It can be coins or sports or politics or horses or music or faith… the saddest people I’ve ever met in life are the ones who don’t care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there’s nothing to make it last.

What would it be like if you lived each day, each breath, as a work of art in progress? Imagine that you are a Masterpiece unfolding, every second of every day, a work of art taking form with every breath.

Enlightenment takes place when one lets his innocence emerge and sees nature and life with a childlike awe and respect.

Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand-and melting like a snowflake.

Don’t let anyone rob you of your imagination, your creativity, or your curiosity. It’s your place in the world; it’s your life. Go on and do all you can with it, and make it the life you want to live.

I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.

No one imagines that symphony is supposed to improve as it goes along, or that the whole object of playing is to reach the finale. The point of music is discovered in every moment of playing and listening to it. It is the same, I feel, with the greater part of our lives, and if we are unduly absorbed in improving them we may forget altogether to live them.

…these things are like sunlight and vanish. It can happen at mid-day or happen late. And then, what was possible no longer is or ever will be again.
…wait and watch and see if from one split second to the next, it doesn’t go. Watch and see. You might be on the stairs in just your slip, or you might be somewhere else, lying in the dark. You can’t predict the place or time. Only afterwards will you be able to say, for always, it was then; that was the moment.