I had asked her for help, and she had sent me to the lions. I knew that she was trying to save her little girl, but sometimes mothers with the best intentions kill their daughters all the same.

That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you every moment we're apart.

I would do anything to stay beside you forever.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.

Your mind will never lose anything forever that's worth keeping.

Like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten. She is gone.

Those who cry to be young again should think twice before they seal those prayers.

...You deserve to be happy. What can I do?" Don't send me away, I thought. He looked at me again. "What do you want?" "I want to taste an apple," I said. And your lips, I thought.

It´s hard to have you with me but not to be able to take your hand or kiss you -James

Books are boring," James said as he wrote. "They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown," I offered.

i would court you with passion, if things were different. you'd never get me off your porch swing.

The sacred exists only at the expense of the truth.

Regret poisons your thoughts.Doubt poisons your dreams.Fear poisons your hopes.Insincerity poisons your deeds.

Memories are doing funny things to us.

Students read for tests and because their parents ask them to, but I think it's very important to tell children that you can read for fun, too, and to understand human spirit. It builds empathy.

There are people who dislike you because you do not dislike yourself.

A leader should be a visionary and have more foresight than an employee.

The reason why I spend so much money for my journals is to press me to find something valuable to put in them.

Rivalry and envy are Siamese twins.

Start [writing] as close to the end as possible.

It seems to me that it is psyche in a way that has become occluded by the perverse development of language.