Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.

But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.

I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.

Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does.

I have always waited for the perfect tools to carve a statue, little did I realize that tools were never the issue, It's my carving skills which needed an upgrade and improvement.

The worst thing about that kind of prejudice... is that while you feel hurt and angry and all the rest of it, it feeds you self-doubt. You start thinking, perhaps I am not good enough.

I'd rather feel something for real than pretend it's not what it is.

I've known just thousands of people a hell of a lot more talented than me who never could get anywhere.

The British soldier who thought himself superior, actually became so.

Mere bashfulness without merit is awkwardness.

For a long time, I resisted seeing The Sound of Music, but when I finally did, I cried.

I think when you work on a Woody Allen film the actors become a real company, probably more than on any other film.

In a society of criminals, the innocent man goes to jail.

Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone, except to ask for diner or coffee. And it has been like that form the beginning.