How could he maintain the apology in his eyes without getting carried away by her cherubic innocence?

One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.

Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground.

Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.

I wish there was a word more than 'love' itself to convey what I feel for you.

Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.

It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one thing - I loved her truly, madly, deeply!

I wonder if I could take back every 'I love you' ever said to you, would I do it?

Some people are going to leave, but that's not the end of your story. That's the end of their part in your story.

I may not know why, but I do know why not and this is where I stand.

The word ‘studio’ is derives from ‘study’. Our object is not to know the answers before we do the work. It’s to know them after we do it.

Now I take care of my mother, my father, and my entire family, as well as myself, my woman, and my team that I consider family.

Now that I understand that I'm an addict, I definitely have compassion for my mother. I get it.

Imaginations and illusions are always so much more powerful and bigger than this mediocre and boring thing called reality.

I play the notes as they are written, but it is God who makes the music.

It was told in the Bible. A man fell. He bit into knowledge and fell... How do you fall without falling completely? What do you bring as knowledge to a blank canvas? How do you begin?

If I ever get out of here, thought of giving it all away to a registered charity.

True security lies in the unrestrained embrace of insecurity - in the recognition that we never really stand on solid ground, and never can.

I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.