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In ten years we will accidentally run into somewhere on a busy Avenue, we long to look each other in the face, awkward smile, hiding his hands in his pockets, laugh and remember all sorts of stuff. You tell me you were married and divorced, work a lot and still smoke marlboro that is very single and very happy, then, recollecting himself, ask how I live. I answer, that happy, too, that I am married I have a son and a daughter, all as desired. And leaving add's quiet, but you will not hear that my son's name is your name.

The most important moment is the here and now, as we can only act in the present. But if we're not its real, we may lose their future.
The most important thing is to be able to defend today. If the Queen is not killed the warrior who wanted to kill her, she would be dead. That to happy, she realized this after the battle: happiness is to live and just walk the Earth.
Just to cherish the present.
To win today.
Just to walk the Earth.
Here are three great recipe for life, this Queen Gumm-gum-no.

Smells have the peculiarity that evoke memories of the past with its sounds and scents, incomparable with those that surround you in the present.

Regret received the wounds that still regret I was born or was not born at that time. The past is what has made your real. With it already to do nothing. Accept it and don't move in the mountains. They would not budge.

I don't like to think about the future: satisfies me now.

And again, the future seemed more real than the present, which is hardly to happen, immersed in a dark oblivion...

... real suffering never destroyed future joys: they also fill your time as it is theirs...

He does not live who lives only in the present.

Live the day and let me live the day.

One step forward, two back, with some lame excuses with an apology, and is always a weighty excuse to deny yourself to live for today.

He was one of those who faked a future to get what you want now.

In anguish I looked around me: the present, nothing but the immediate present. Light or bulky furniture, mired in their present, a table, a bed, a wardrobe - and myself. I did open the true nature of the present: it is what exists, and what the present does not exist. The past does not exist. It is not. Exactly. Neither in things nor even in my thoughts. Of course, what I lost my past, I realized a long time ago. But still I thought that it was just outside my field of vision. The past seemed to be the only retirement, it was a new way of being, vacation, idleness; each event played a role to the end, of their own accord dutifully placed in a box and became an honorary member in the circle of fellow event - so hard to imagine nothingness. But now I knew that everything is only what it seems, and BEHIND IT... nothing.

I have never felt with such force as it is today, the feeling that I am deprived of the hidden depths, bound by the limits of my body, superficial thoughts which bubbles rise from its surface. I sculpt memories from his present. I dropped into the present, leave it. In vain I try to keep up with its past I can't escape from himself.

Children have no past nor future, but unlike us adults, they know how to use this.