If we learn to love someone for their imperfections that reflect our own, we eventually appreciate the thought that even the most beautiful things are damaged

Miracle: to love more with an irreparable heartache

I hear them say "Why do I miss someone I haven't even met?"How about not missing someone because it feels like they've been with you all along?

If we learn to love someone for their imperfections that reflect our own, we eventually thought that even the most beautiful things are damaged

Like petals what's beautiful is often delicate. Take care of the ones you love by not holding them too tightly

If we all die and become stars then I must believe that our souls live in the stars. Now I know why people look up to the sky when they think of someone they wish to see

You give me the duty to write about love

Oh Love, whenever I hear your name, I hear the heartbeat of every lifetime all at once. I feel the heartbeat of the universe the way I get extreme earthquake shocks but completely safe

A wounded heart that loves even more is immortal, it only survives and blooms time after time. If you happen to live in it, there's no safer place in the world than its beating.

Don't rush to design your face to look beautiful, attractive and charming. Rather, be quicker to decorate your mind to appear as goal-oriented, passion-embedded and action-driven.

It is the adventure and uncertainties of the journey that makes life so beautiful and interesting.

...into hate, into refusal, against hope and without fear

We cannot continue. Our pension costs and health care costs for our employees are going to bankrupt this city.

Normal social behavior requires that we be able to recognize identities in spite of change. Unless we can do so, there can be no human society as we know it.

The injury which may possibly be done by defeating a few good laws, will be amply compensated by the advantage of preventing a number of bad ones.

Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.

Hard work, honesty, if you keep at it, will get you almost anything.

A lot of people are waiting for Martin Luther King or Mahatma Gandhi to come back - but they are gone. We are it. It is up to us. It is up to you.

Since you may never discover the truth, invent it.