I felt how important the simplest things were, like feeling proud, finding something funny, stretching yourself, retreating into yourself.

Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

What was important wasn't the fireworks, it was that we were together this evening, together in this place, looking up into the sky at the same time.

I love feeling the rhythm of other people's lives. It's like traveling.

The sky was incredibly far away, and beautiful enough to make a person wonder why our hearts are never so free.

Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.

Everything that had happened was shockingly beautiful, enough to make you crazy.

No matter where you are, you're always a bit on your own, always an outsider.

But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.

The night glittered brilliantly then.

Over and over, we begin again.

O let us live in joy, in love among those who hate! Among men who hate, let us live in love.

Tribal Chief 1: The will of the people is what is best. That is what democracy meansTribal Chief 2: But if the people don’t know what they are talking about, how can that be the best?

No matter who you are, no matter what you did, no matter where you've come from, You can always change, become a better version of yourself.

If you never persisted, you will never succeed.

I tend to find the ecstasy hidden in ordinary joys, because I did not expect those joys to be ordinary to me.

I have been, as the phrase is, liberally educated, and am fit for nothing.

It's up to us, the people, to break immoral laws, and resist.

The way that you remember your life, it's never linear. You have flashes of different moments of your life, and the flashes aren't equal; they have different styles.

Companies have too many experts who block innovation. True innovation really comes from perpendicular thinking.

Our task is to listen to the news that is always arriving out of silence.