Here's the thing, you're not really ready for love until you have enough self-respect that if you met your exact self but in a guy you would totally, completely, absolutely want to be with him.

Loving myself exactly where I am is the only way to get where I'm going

Caring - about people, about things, about life - is an act of maturity.

Women with low self-esteem love bad boys. Women who have work to do love bad boys. Women who love themselves love good men.

All of us, consciously or unconsciously, set out to have the best possible love life. Valentine's Day simply shines a light on the degree to which that didn't - or hasn't yet - materialized.

People act on the outside the way they feel on the inside.

Women blame men for their own singlehood.

I think of 'crazy' as what happens when we love the other person more than we love ourselves.

Ask anyone who has been in a love relationship for a while: nothing is perfect.

Lots of people feel more alive when theyre riding a roller-coaster relationship. But while this might be fun for a while, it cant possibly last.

Everything works out in the end. if it hasn't worked out yet, then it's not the end.

We all get scared and want to turn away, but it isn’t always strength that makes you stay. Strength is also making the decision to change your destiny.

No matter what your circumstances are, never for a second forget that you solely owe yourself the gift of abundant success and happiness.

It is better to have a right destroyed than to abandon it because of fear.

My life is about ups and downs, great joys and great losses.

I think it's one of the scars in our culture that we have too high an opinion of ourselves. We align ourselves with the angels instead of the higher primates.

Skepticism may undermine beliefs, but never belief.

When I learn something, when I know something, when I find something. I always want to share it. Because life is better when you share it.

Everything I sang sounded awful. So I went outside and I screamed. Everyone pretty much agreed it was awful.

I was conscripted to military service, and my gut feeling was to refuse to serve. I did not want to kill other people. This seemed to me wrong, if not in principle, so at least in practice.