“That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.In me thou seest the twilight of such dayAs after sunset fadeth in the west,Which by and by black night doth take away,Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.In me thou see’st the glowing of such fireThat on the ashes of his youth doth lie,As the death-bed whereon it must expireConsumed with that which it was nourish’d by.This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,To love that well which thou must leave ere long.”

“What makes a hero? Courage, strength, morality, withstanding adversity? Are these the traits that truly show and create a hero? Is the light truly the source of darkness or vice versa? Is the soul a source of hope or despair? Who are these so called heroes and where do they come from? Are their origins in obscurity or in plain sight?”

“Life gives every body a second change: It’s called to….grow!Some bodies (or buddies) grow up, others, to the side, but we will all fall down, after”

“If you want love, you have to fall into it. If you want happiness, you have to give it away”

“We should learn to smile as we fall, So much so as when we have it all.”

“Sometimes we stumble and fall, it doesn’t mean we are failures, it simply means we are moving forward.”

“She had said he had been driven away from her by a dream,–and there was no answer one could make her–there seemed to be no forgiveness for such a transgression.And yet is not mankind itself, pushing on its blind way, driven by a dream of its greatness and its power upon the dark paths of excessive cruelty and of excessive devotion. And what is the pursuit of truth, after all?”

“And yet is not mankind itself, pushing on its blind way, driven by a dream of its greatness and its power upon the dark paths of excessive cruelty and of excessive devotion. And what is the pursuit of truth, after all?”

“Without as much as a single question, legions of geese lift themselves to autumn’s skies, obediently heeding the distant call of southern horizons. And I think that it’s less the magnificence of their trek, and more about the humility of their obedience to the trek. For if I was left with a single prayer to utter, it would be to be more like them.”

“If you drop your beliefs, you drop your success. God’s mighty people begin to fall even as achievers when they begin to drop the beliefs they pursue at first.”

“Give me a land of boughs in leafA land of trees that stand;Where trees are fallen there is grief;I love no leafless land.”

“Once you figure out who you are and what you love about yourself, I think it all kind of falls into place.”

“Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.”

“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.”