If I were a doctor, I would diagnose his condition thus: "The patient is suffering from nostalgic insufficiency.

The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.

She admired her passion, knowing that passion is by definition excessive.

If we do not know what future the present is leading us toward, how can we say whether this present is good or bad, whether it deserves our concurrence, or our suspicion, or our hatred?

Everyone is wrong about the future.

an old villa surrounded by a garden looked to them like the image of a comforting home, the dream of an idyll long past.

It was the incommunicable scent of this country, its intangible essence, that she had brought along with her to France.

Eventually we come to know and understand a lot of things, but it's too late, because a whole life has already been determined at a stage when we didn't know a thing.

He watched his feet, the only things that were keeping him from finding out if there really was a Kingdom of Heaven or not.

Yesterday I smiled, tomorrow never came and today is what I'm living.

I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arctic region – very foreign, exotic, clearly a place you’ve never dreamed of going.

I want to be a tuneswept fiddle string that feels the master melody, and snaps.

It feels great to be a role model and I'm very careful with the things I do. I'm not perfect, I do make a lot of mistakes, but I try my best.

Let's take the work seriously, and not ourselves seriously.

When you come in contact with the anointing of God, it not only affects your moment, it affects your tomorrow.

Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your elements into oneness and melody.

They were looking for a stable, but we didn't have one. In fact, we weren't very stable ourselves.

I'm not angry at anyone.