Failure is relative. Life is adventure. Everything has beauty.

I never wash my hair the night before an event - I call it second day hair, and it holds better.

Nobody has any right to tell you what you aren't capable of. If you're meant to, you're able to. There is no such thing as impossible.

You're not only the spotlight in which you perform, but the shadows where you practice.

Every day is a reminder of what I need to do to be the best person; the best me.

You are yourself, and you've never been more beautiful!

Nobody has your eyes. They can look at the exact same thing & could never see what you see.

I was raised to volunteer: nursing homes, clinics, church nurseries, school, everywhere that could use help. It's such an intrinsic part of me, to use my life to help improve the quality of others.

To love is a brave thing. To be loved, braver still. But allowing yourself to love yourself? That takes the most courage of all.

I've got stories untold & maps to unfold, but everyday I get where I'm going

A real, healthy relationship is about empowerment and love and that should be standard - but it isn't.

So much beauty and joy in my life has come from going through something really difficult

I loved her. I loved her with a something so fierce I couldn't even name it.

To me, it's all about the song. Songs are what make me excited. You hear a great song and you want to record it or get a great idea and you want to write it.

Everything's completely different, and it's been hard. Fortunately, I have a lot of wonderful people around me, and I think I'm handling things pretty well.

Everything I have done, every change I have made to that circus, every impossible feat and astounding sight, I have done for her.

There is no such thing as an impartial jury because there are no impartial people. There are people that argue on the web for hours about who their favorite character on 'Friends' is.

Nothing that has happened has made me feel gloomy or remain depressed. I love my life.

If the heart is hardened, the intellect is darkened.

The best team I ever saw, and I really mean this, was the '61 Yankees.

That Arthur has not always existed seems odd to me. Like the wind on the moors and the wild winter stars, surely he has always lived . . . and always will.