Quotes from Robert Breault

Nowadays you envy a manic-depressive. Half the time he's happy, the other half he's right.

It is not that love is blind. It is that love sees with a painter's eye, finding the essence that renders all else background.

We picture love as heart-shaped because we do not know the shape of the soul.

Sometimes two people stay together for the sake of the kids - two kids who sat under a full moon and pledged to be forever true.

Sometimes fate brings two people together by causing one to misinterpret a smile.

Before you pledge your undying love to someone, make them promise they won't die.

There are days when you need someone who just wants to be your sunshine and not the air you breathe.

Turn your love into promises, that when you doubt your love, you may simply ask, "Am I keeping my promises?"

Some say that true love is a mirage; seek it anyway, for all else is surely desert.

I guess, when you get down to it, a loving touch compensates for an unskilled hand about everywhere except in an airplane cockpit.

Love may be blind, but this I'll state - it's eagle-eyed compared to hate.

I don't hate anyone. The only people I know well enough to hate, I love.

Sometimes the shortest distance between two points is a winding path walked arm in arm.

Today's Multiple Choice Thought There is no place where a loving touch so completely compensates for an unskilled hand as in: a. the bedroom b. the nursery c. the garden

When I am gone, my love, do not look for me in the places we used to go to together. Look for me in the places we always planned to go to together.

Each day is an opportunity to travel back into tomorrow's past and change it.

I would love to go back and travel the road not taken, if I knew at the end of it I'd find the same set of grandkids.

The more side roads you stop to explore, the less likely that life will pass you by.

If you could travel back in time to the present moment, what would you do differently?

Sometimes it is the person closest to us who must travel the furthest distance to be our friend.

There comes a point in a relationship when you realize that you trust someone enough to let them keep their secrets.

You can as easily love without trusting as you can hug without embracing.

Cherish the friend who tells you a harsh truth, wanting ten times more to tell you a loving lie.

Sometimes love needs a rest from caring, and so bears for an intolerable few hours the guilt of not caring.