I don't understand how I can know so little about love and how it works. How I can be so bad at it when it's all I've ever wanted.All I've ever known is about leaving or being left.

You're stubborn- anyone ever tell you that before?

Broken things can be made whole again. Perhaps not as they were before, but maybe stronger this time.

The broken ones need someone to fight for them even harder.

You can’t be living always in the promise of the clouds

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button", great story, great film.

I have a respect for manners as such, they are a way of dealing with people you don't agree with or like.

When you relinquish the desire to control your future, you can have more happiness.

Each sudden gust of light explains itself as flames, but neither they, nor even bombs redoubled on the hills tonight can quite include me in their fear.

All true manliness grows around a core of divineness.

There's more to getting to where you're going then just knowing there's a road.

Die to self: die to criticism, die to praise.

Conversation's got to have some root in the past, or else you've got to explain every remark you make, an' it wears a person out.

Is there no God, then, but at best an absentee God, sitting idle, ever since the first Sabbath, at the outside of his Universe?