Every connection you create either helps or hurts you

Give people room to be what God created them to be, don't force them to fit into your own mold

Masters today, were Starters Yesterday, so begin now.

Don’t expect the world to dish you your wishes, go out and serve yourself.

Today, just take time to smell the roses, enjoy those little things about your life, your family, spouse, friends, job. Forget about the thorns -the pains and problems they cause you - and enjoy life

I’ve learned that no matter how inspired, fired up and motivated you might be, the dark clouds will always set in

Don't build your dreams on the opinions of men but on the promises of God

There are times that all you need is someone who will listen to you without judging you — not telling you what you should have done or should do, but simply, listening to you

Without the rocks, the streams will lose their song

Permit no one to define you by your mistakes or your past

Never let the occasional delays in your life dampen your dreams

To hope for nothing, to expect nothing, to demand nothing. This is analytical despair.

To stay alive, you have to keep moving. Running, relocating, driving, doing everything in your power to stay in motion and make it to safety.

Every book is worth reading. If it cannot make you wiser it will make you a critic

Dancing is a expression of desire, thoughts, and emotion in a distinctive way.

I think he's beginning to understand, and understanding is a horrible thing.

I definitely prefer working in comedy over drama, but at the same time, when it comes to comedy, I tend to prefer comedies that have a great sense of truth to them and that come from an honest place.

To abstain from lying is essentially wholesome.

Everyone is complicated one way or another. But it's interesting to dig into a complicated character, to try to find that within yourself.

Before I was 14, I wanted to be a singer, an actor, or a hockey player. By 15, I knew I was going to be a singer.

We now know that memories are not fixed or frozen, like Proust's jars of preserves in a larder, but are transformed, disassembled, reassembled, and recategorized with every act of recollection.