Charles Dickens

My meaning simply is, that whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do well; that whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself to completely; that in great aims and in small, I have always been thoroughly in earnest.

Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.

Do the wise thing and the kind thing too, and make the best of us and not the worst.

Poetry makes life what lights and music do the stage.

Reflect upon your present blessings — of which every man has many – not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

Happiness is a gift and the trick is not to expect it, but to delight in it when it comes.

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

Don’t ever let anyone keep your heart on a shelf just to take it down whenever it is convenient for them to feel.

Love is real, love is pure, you only take what you give and give what you take. At its purest it is real. No pretending.

There is no remedy for love than to love more.

Perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself.

It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.

I know you’re dying to meet me, but I can just tell you this. Baby, as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did.

True love is finding your soulmate in your best friend.

Love is not liking somebody. Anyone can do that. Love is loving things that sometimes you don’t like.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.

Love is the absence of judgment.

Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.

When you make loving others the story of your life, there’s never a final chapter, because the legacy continues. You lend your light to one person, and he or she shines it on another and another and another. And I know for sure that in the final analysis of our lives- when the to-do lists are no more, when the frenzy is finished, when our e-mail inboxes are empty- the only thing that will have any lasting value is whether we’ve loved others and whether they’ve loved us.

My heart must be bigger than my brain – blocking it out of all my decisions, so that I cannot think past the way I feel.