I want people to know that on the other side of the world - and even in your own country or on your own street - there are people who need something that you can give them.

I never wash my hair the night before an event - I call it second day hair, and it holds better.

Nobody has any right to tell you what you aren't capable of. If you're meant to, you're able to. There is no such thing as impossible.

You're not only the spotlight in which you perform, but the shadows where you practice.

Every day is a reminder of what I need to do to be the best person; the best me.

You are yourself, and you've never been more beautiful!

Nobody has your eyes. They can look at the exact same thing & could never see what you see.

I was raised to volunteer: nursing homes, clinics, church nurseries, school, everywhere that could use help. It's such an intrinsic part of me, to use my life to help improve the quality of others.

To love is a brave thing. To be loved, braver still. But allowing yourself to love yourself? That takes the most courage of all.

I've got stories untold & maps to unfold, but everyday I get where I'm going

A real, healthy relationship is about empowerment and love and that should be standard - but it isn't.

Master, go on, and I will follow theeTo the last gasp with truth and loyalty.

Whatever is meant for you the universe shall be given to you. Do not despair.

Silence is a magical sleep where you find the solutions in your dreams!

Unresolved dissonances between the characters and dispositions of the parents continue to reverberate in the nature of the child and make up the history of its inner sufferings.

So many people mistakenly think that the rest of his [John Cassavetes] pictures and the ones we did were improvised, which isn't true. He wrote all the rest of them.

England will still be England, an everlasting animal, stretching into the future and the past and like all living things having the power to change out of all recognition and yet remain the same.

One of the things that authoritarians hate is the sound of laughter.

The Statue of Liberty is no longer saying, 'Give me your poor, your tired, your huddled masses.' She's got a baseball bat and yelling, 'You want a piece of me?'

I've always tried to listen to a lot of different music from around the world.

An owl sound wandered along the road with me. I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.