Will You Look Into My Eyes And

If Only There Could Be An Invention That Bottled Up A Memory, Like Scent. And It Never Faded, And It Never Got Stale. And Then, When One Wanted It, The Bottle Could Be Uncorked, And It Would Be Like Living The Moment All Over Again.

And I Don't Like Books Which Are Full Of Name Dropping.

Happiness Happens When You Fit With Your Life, When You Fit So Harmoniously That Whatsoever You Are Doing Is Your Joy. Happiness Is Not A Possession To Be Prized, It Is A Quality Of Thought, A State Of Mind.

She Knew That This Was Happiness, This Was Living As She Had Always Wished To Live.

Every Moment Was A Precious Thing, Having In It The Essence Of Finality.