A bus ride is like being in another world.

Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less

You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.

Live in the moment, where everything is just right, take your time and limit your bad memories and you'll get wherever it is you're going a lot faster and with less bumps in the way.

I think that if past lives are real then we have been lovers in every single one of them. I've known you for a short time, but I feel like I've known you forever.

Time is cruel like life. It slows down so that you can truly experience the worst moments of it. Only if you make it through them do you get to say ‘It all happened so fast.

Just remember to always be yourself and don’t be afraid to speak your mind or to dream out loud

This goes against everything that I am, Sarai," he says and then kisses me. "No, it doesn't," I whisper and kiss him back. "It's you becoming more of who you really are.

It’s like, you know, it doesn’t matter what you do, even if you try to replicate an experience down to every last detail, it’ll never be the way it was when it happened naturally the first time.

I wonder if the ocean smells different on the other side of the world.

You made me feel real emotions. You unlocked me.

I can see clouds a thousand miles away, hear ancient music in the pines.

...I happen to be the kind of author who in starting to work on a book has no purpose than to get rid of that book....

Monk... not monk but Andrian Monk makes mistakes if he makes then and we can.

If you want to know what your true beliefs are- take a look at your actions.

Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.

The clothes make the man. The children working in sweatshops make the clothes. Therefore, the children working in sweatshops make the man.

He lives most life whoever breathes most air.

And if the New Testament were a collection of secular writings, their authenticity would generally be regarded as beyond all doubt

In the end, we are only tiny frightened animals, doing our best to survive amid other tiny frightened animals.

Frost isn’t exactly despised but not enough people have worked out what a brilliant poet he was.