He sent you to redeem me, to comfort me, and to heal me—and that’s just so far,” he added with a smile.

I love you breathlessly, my amazing man.

All good things come to those who wait.

There are some battles, no matter how much you don’t want to fight them, that you just have to fight. That are worth giving your life for.

You are my hand grenade, my artillery fire. You have replaced my heart with yourself.

Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars.

We walk alone through this world, but if we're lucky, we have a moment of belonging to something, to someone, that sustains us through a lifetime of loneliness.

Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.

Tania, there is so much still ahead of you. Be patient with life

Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: What do believe in? What do you hope for? What do you love?

The power you have over someone who loves you is greater than any other power you'll ever have.

Cool down and think.

If reality is as equally valuable as fiction, then you should just chalk up the parts of the past you don’t need to your imagination

The fact that ghosts are real doesn't surprise me-I've always been a believer in that area. It's the realization that there may be something out there, something most can't see, that is able to kill.

Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true.

You as a salt-being, made of salt, go to fathom the depth of the ocean, and in the process you yourself dissolve. A great maharishi once said that true meditation is like this.

The world is anxious to admire that apex and culmination of modern mathematics: a theorem so perfectly general that no particular application of it is feasible.

In the dictionary, beautiful, love, amazing, and sweet all have the same definition: the definition is you.

We are regarded as a Third World country with First World living conditions.

The laws of Caesar are one thing, those of Christ, another. Papinianus judges one way, our Paul another.

Thank you, Rukia... Because of you, the rain has stopped falling.