Although you hadn't asked why, it had less to do with you not noticing than with you not wanting to hear the answer.

When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

Things that look impossible suddenly seem a lot better, once you get God on board.

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.

All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

It never failed to amaze me how the most ordinary day could be catapulted into the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.

Maybe I was naïve to think that silence was implicit complacence, instead of a festering question. Maybe I was silly to believe that friends owed each other anything.

Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you.

What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.

I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.

The study of history is useful to the historian by teaching him his ignorance of women.

If the federal government had been around when the Creator was putting His hand to this state, Indiana wouldn't be here. It'd still be waiting for an environmental impact statement.

For when we quaff the gen'rous bowl, Then sleep the sorrows of our soul. Let us drink the juice divine, The gift of Bacchus, god of wine. When I take wine, my cares go to rest.

Love sets our energy free. It opens us and puts us in a flow with spirit and life on many levels. Love is the true secret behind manifestation.

I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.

No, no," said Taran slowly, "It would be folly to think of attacking them." He smiled quickly at Fflewddur. "The bards would sing of us," he admitted, "but we'd be in no position to appreciate it.

I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too true tale of Quixote, shown how all such efforts fail.

Preachers must always fight the temptation to preach anything but Christ and Him crucified.

The universe was a vast machine yesterday, it is a hologram today. Who knows what intellectual rattle we'll be shaking tomorrow.

A thought must tell at once, or not at all.