Bruises from a friend are better than kisses from an enemy.

A genuine smile is one of the world’s rarest treasures.

A fish that is afraid of drowning in a river is ignorant of its gifts.

A diamond earns its sparkle from the pressure it endures.

It is in the storm, not the calm, that a rainbow is born.

A determined seed cannot be hidden from the world, not even by dirt.

Calm skies don't make skillful eagles.

If you cry in the rain, only the sky will see your tears.

Birds keep singing beautiful songs, even if they have no audience.

Today's storms help you appreciate tomorrow’s sunshine.

Train the ears to hear more, the eyes to see more, the hands to do more, the feet to accomplish more, the mind to think more, the heart to feel more, and the soul to love more.

Don't let anyone infiltrate your happiness. Protect it as if it's all you have, because it literally is.

I have stopped painting. I stand in front of the easel, brush in hand, but my mind is blank. It is as if I have been struck by a strange kind of blindness.

Examine this statement: ‘A woman cannot be a poet.’ Dr Samuel Johnson (Englishman 1709-84 Occupation: Language Fixer and Big Mouth.) What then shall I give up? My poetry or my womanhood?

Maybe the key to moving on was distancing herself from Wes. Not all the way. Just a little bit.Enough to let someone else in.

I would, quite often, like to be grownup, wise, and sophisticated. But these gifts are not mine.

We avoid sensuousness, only by resorting to simple negation. We come at last to define spirit by saying that it is not matter.

Money comes, money goes. But your story stays with you the rest of your life.

For now is my grief heavier than the sands of the seas, she thought. This world has emptied me of all but the oldest purpose: tomorrow's life.

I always say "if you are afraid of them (the unborn), give them to me. Please, don't kill them."

I would say I'd rather dig a ditch, you know, do hard, manual labor than write lyrics.