If this was my forever, I didn't want to spend another second of it here.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

The choices you make now, the people you surround yourself with, they all have the potential to affect your life, even who you are, forever.

I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.

But that was the problem with having the answers. It was only after you gave them that you realized they sometimes weren't what people wanted to hear.

I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't about the finish line but how I got there that mattered.

Grieving doesn't make you imperfect. It makes you human.

I realized how truly hard it was, really, to see someone you love change right before your eyes. Not only is it scary, it throws your balance off as well.

That was the hard thing about grief, and the grieving. They spoke another language, and the words we knew always fell short of what we wanted them to say.

But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of.

For the best return on your money, pour your purse into your head.

The Weird Sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go, about, about, Thrice to thine, thrice to mine, And thrice again to make up nine.Peace, the charm's wound up.

There is always space for improvement, no matter how long you've been in the business.

There is no success without hardship.

One was never taught how to begin at drama school. But all it required was one intake of breath.

I'm self-confident and not afraid to speak my mind.

Go forward with joyful confidence.

Football is a more beautiful game in high definition.

Your bat is your life. It's your weapon. You don't want to go into battle with anything that feels less than perfect

It is with books as with the fires of our grates, everybody borrows a light from his neighbor to kindle his own, which in turn is communicated to others, and each partakes of all.