Love is always bestowed as a gift-- freely, willingly, and without expectation...We don't love to be loved; we love to love.
- Leo Buscaglia
King of the Birds, Lord of the Skies
Gather ye rose buds while ye may, old time is still a flying;
and this same rose that you see today, tomorrow will be dying.
CarpeDiem: Seize the Day!
- Dead Poets Society
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