Seize the day, then let it go.

The beauty of this day doesn't depend on its lasting forever.

Ages and epochs belong to Time. Only the fleeting moment is eternal.

We fall back into the past, we jump ahead into the future, and in this we lose our entire lives.

To get over the past, you first have to accept that the past is over. No matter how many times you revisit it, analyze it, regret it, or sweat it…it’s over. It can hurt you no more.

I have always wished the present to resemble memory: because the present can be flat at times, and bald as a road. But memory is never like that. It makes hills of feeling in collapsed hours, a scene of enclosure made all precious by its frame.