Look at the cherry blossoms! Their color and scent fall with them$$$ are gone forever. Yet mindless the spring comes again.
Words form the thread on which we string our experiences.
Out of love$$$ no regrets—though the goodness be wasted forever. Out of love$$$ no regrets—though the return be never.
Of all the hardships a person had to face$$$ none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.
Out of sight$$$out of mind.
It may be unfair$$$ but what happens in a few days$$$ sometimes even a single day$$$ can change the course of a whole lifetime...
Even as we speak$$$ time speeds swiftly away.
Where we love is home$$$ home that our feet may leave$$$ but not our hearts.
Life is short$$$ art long$$$ opportunity fleeting$$$ experience treacherous$$$ judgment difficult.
The most hateful grief of all human griefs is this$$$ to have knowledge of the truth but no power over the event.