Death is the starlit strip between the companionship of yesterday and the reunion of tomorrow

My best day ever. Got up. Had breakfast. Came to school. Bored, as usual. Wishing I wasn't there, like usual. Kids ignoring me, suits me fine. Sitting with the other retards—we’re so special. Wasting my time. Yesterday was the same, and it's gone, anyway. Tomorrow may never come. There is only today. This is the best day and the worst day. Actually it's crap.

Yesterday's the past, tomorrow's the future, but today is a gift. That's why it's called the present.

For the majority of us, the past is a regret, the future an experiment

Yesterday is but to-day’s memory and to-morrow is to-day’s dream.

To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with.