Pale Death with impartial tread beats at the poor man's cottage door and at the palaces of kings.
Death can sneak up on you like a silent kitten, surprising you with it's touch and you have a right to act surprised. Other times death stomps in the front door, unwanted and unannounced, and makes it's noisy way to your seat on the sofa.
Nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small it takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.
Whoever obeys the gods, to him they particularly listen.
Listen. Do not have an opinion while you listen because frankly, your opinion doesn't hold much water outside of Your Universe. Just listen. Listen until their brain has been twisted like a dripping towel and what they have to say is all over the floor.
They wouldn't call it falling in love if you didn't get hurt sometimes, but you just pick yourself up and move on.
Miracles: You do not have to look for them. They are there, 24-7, beaming like radio waves all around you. Put up the antenna, turn up the volume - snap... crackle... this just in, every person you talk to is a chance to change the world...
I have you and even if we never meet or ever see each other, we have left our thumbprints in the thick, moist clay of each other's lives.