The reality of truth is not to be bought, to be sold, to be repeated; it cannot be caught in books. It has to be found from moment to moment, in the smile, in the tear, under the dead leaf, in the vagrant thought, in the fullness of love.

It's not the load that breaks you down, it's the way you carry it.

Every field and flower fades, but love is infinite.

 Love is the most elusive of all things. You'll stumble upon it if you've all but given up looking, but you'll never find it if you look too hard.