EVERYONE MAKES MISTAKES, EVEN THE PERSONS WE LOVE.

I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?

Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.

In the end you should always do the right thing even if it's hard.

We are not perfect. We make mistakes. We screw up but then we forgive and move forward.

He stared at her, knowing with certainty that he was falling in love. He pulled her close and kissed her beneath a blanket of stars, wondering how on earth he'd been lucky enough to find her.

The pieces all fit together. Yet everything was falling apart.

Emotions come and go and can't be controlled so there's no reason to worry about them. That in the end, people should be judged by their actions since in the end it was actions that defined everyone.

Strange, what being forced to slow down could do to a person.

It hadn't been so long ago, yet sometimes she felt that she'd been an altogether different person back then.

People didn't change. they liked what they liked even if they didn't understand why.

I will not be concerned at other men's not knowing me;I will be concerned at my own want of ability.

The action is in the interaction.

The industrial corporation is the natural enemy of nature.

Affection is the broadest basis of a good life.

I've always sort of wondered: If everyone else's opinion is what matters, then do you ever really have one of your own?

Passion for God is not youth thing. It is a hunger thing.

When you change from being a part of the problem to being a part of the solution, allow somebody that.

I have significant concerns about reducing the 188th Fighter Wing's capabilities, and will fight tooth and nail against attempts to reduce its personnel or take away aircraft.

Be not in despair, the way is very difficult, like walking on the edge of a razor; yet despair not, arise, awake, and find the ideal, the goal.

The one who thinks over his experiences most, and weaves them into systematic relations with each other, will be the one with the best memory.