But all endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.
And in that line now was a whiskered old man, with a linen cap and a crooked nose, who waited in a place called the Stardust Band Shell to share his part of the secret of heaven: that each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.
Life has to end, love doesn't.
If you don't have a common set of values in life, you're gonna have a lot of trouble. Your values must be alike.
Strangers are just family you have yet to come to know.
Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.
Hate is a curved blade, and the harm that we do to others is also harm we do to ourselves.
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.