I have already spent roughly five thousand hours asleep next to you. This has to mean something.

Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.

Life tells you to take the elevator, but love tells you to take the stairs.

Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.

A photograph it a souvenir of a memory. It is not a moment. It is the looking at the photograph that becomes the moment. Your own moment.

The words that matter always stay.

motif, n. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you.

It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

You have to believe there are kisses and laughs and risks worth taking.

Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.

Allow the fear to keep you sensible but not to keep you still. If you're afraid of the dark then open your eyes, see that you are home.

The road may be rough, the journey may be tough and the experience may be bitter, but they are stepping stones to our future thrones.

He sniffed until the long hairs of his mustache had been sucked up into his nose and out of his leafy ears." — Bats 2015

A rich person who has no love in his heart is poorer than a poor person who has no money in his pocket.

I co-founded the DNC Veterans and Military Families Council in 2005.

Hell is the centre of evils and, as you know, things are more intense at their centres than at their remotest points.

We only get what we believe that we deserve. Raise the bar, raise your standards and you will receive a better outcome.

So she was considering in her own mind...whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up & picking the daisies.

Nature will not be Buddhist: she resents generalizing, and insults the philosopher in every moment with a million fresh particulars.

The blackness would stir and eventually go away, and God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving.