Every author ought to write every book as if he were going to be beheaded the day he finished it.

For what it's worth, it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you're proud of and if you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over.

You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement.

And in the end, we were all just humans...Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.

To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.

The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want

Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.

There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.

You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

No one can sad listening to Frankie Valli.

Sometimes in the most tragic situation, something just profoundly funny happens.

I think every time a movie gets made, it's a miracle. I would love to get to a point where it became easier and it wasn't so much of a struggle to get it done or finished.

Nothing so bolsters our self-confidence and reconciles us with ourselves as the continuous ability to create; to see things grow and develop under our hand, day in, day out.

I'm ombibulous. I drink every known alcoholic drink and enjoy them all.

I'm trying to find out what the hell we - who we are.

Luna! Artemis! lovers' spats are icing on the cake! Your just showing off to us single people! -Minako

About 1883 something like a break occurred in my work. I had reached the end of 'impressionism,' and I had come to realize that I did not know how to paint or draw.

You never hear of a mother cursing the child; she is forgiving, always forgiving.

How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!