In youth, before I lost any of my senses, I can remember that I was all alive, and inhabited my body with inexpressible satisfaction; both its weariness and its refreshment were sweet to me.

I remember what it was...to be young, very young. When everything, touching and tasting-everything- was so new, and even suffering was wonderful because it was so complete.

Passion gives me moments of wholeness.

Living in the moment brings you a sense of reverence for all of life’s blessings.

That thought brought enormous gratitude for the moment of light and breath I was living — how sweet, how rare, to be given a body in which to move about this world!

I had to trust life, since I was young enough to believe that life loved the person who dared to live it.

It was good to be alive; it was better to be young; it was best of all to be in love.

Passion gives me moments of wholeness

Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way.

The real golden years of life are when you’re young, sentient, and vibrant.

I have possessed that heart, that noble soul, in whose presence I seemed to be more than I really was, because I was all that I could be.

I am filled to the brim with the goodness of me.

Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive
But to be young was very heaven.

I was in my youth and in the days of my intoxication extravagance and excitement that unveiling of the angelic world and the manifestation of the wonders of power took place in my heart, spirit, conscience and intellect.