Life is like a hot bath. It feels good while you’re in it, but the longer you stay in, the more wrinkled you get.
Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
Love the moment. Flowers grow out of dark moments. Therefore, each moment is vital. It affects the whole. Life is a succession of such moments and to live each, is to succeed.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape, give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Source: Song of Solomon (ch. II, v. 11-12)