Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go.

The love we give away is the only love we keep.

for love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.

After departure, only invisible things are left, perhaps the life of the world is held together by invisible chains of memory and loss and love. So many things, so many people, depart! And we can only repossess them in our minds.

most importantly love
like its the only thing you know how
at the end of the day all this
means nothing
this page
where you're sitting
your degree
your job
the money
nothing even matters
except love and human connection
who you loved
and how deeply you loved them
how you touched the people around you
and how much you gave them

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies . . . Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die . . . It doesn't matter what you do, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

You can leave behind you a good reputation. But the only thing of momentous value we leave behind is the next generation, our kids — all our kids. We all need to work together to give them the gift of a good start in life.

So love, when it has gone, taking time with it, leaves a memory of its weight.

At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you'll have left.

We ourselves shall be loved for awhile and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses
of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart

love we give and receive is all that matters and all that is remembered. Suffering disappears - love remains

life is short and that all we have to offer, in the end, is love.

Yet it is only love which sets us free.