Life...what?

Along the way you bump into people who make a dent on your life.

Would you still love me if I were old and saggy?

It's a funny thing about comin' home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You'll realize what's changed is you.

Sometimes we're on a collision course, and we just don't know it. Whether it's by accident or by design, there's not a thing we can do about it.

For what it's worth: it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

We're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?

Everyone feels different about themselves one way or another, but we all goin' the same way.

You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You could swear, curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.