Childlessness doesn't make people selfish; selfishness makes people selfish.

A true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

I've never seen any life transformation that didn't begin with the person in question finally getting tired of their own bullshit.

Tis' better to live your own life imperfectly than to imitate someone else's perfectly.

Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be.

I'm choosing happiness over suffering, I know I am. I'm making space for the unknown future to fill up my life with yet-to-come surprises.

This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.

There's always another level up. There's always another ascension. More grace, more light, more generosity, more compassion, more to shed, more to grow.

You were given life; it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight.

Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend.

If you're going to answer the call and you're going to transform and you're going to change, get ready. It is not a day at the beach.

Never answer a letter while you are angry.

Strong women, that's who I really respect.

Maybe there are people who are gamers who haven't seen movies I have made, or the movies I have made have made no impression on them at all.

Some of the domestic evils of drunkenness are houses without windows, gardens without fences, fields without tillage, barns without roofs, children without clothing, principles, morals or manners.

Some really famous people, even when they're off-duty, have this energy that is sort of overpowering.

Somewhere along the way one discovers that what one has to tell is not nearly so important as the telling itself.

Theres nothing like being hugged or held or just anything as simple as that.

Nothing can be so perfect while we possess it as it will seem when remembered.

A room without books is like a life without meaning.

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.