It is not needful for our dreams to be very grand nor very big. It is only needful for our dreams to be very shiny.

The day I understood everything, was the day I stopped trying to figure everything out. The day I knew peace was the day I let everything go.

In this world, it is too common for people to search for someone to lose themselves in. But I am already lost. I will look for someone to find myself in.

Before, I wanted to say: "I found love!" But now, I want to say: "I found a person. And he belongs to me and I belong to him.

For some people, “the point of no return” begins at the very moment their souls become aware of each others’ existence.

There is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human- in not having to be just happy or just sad- in the nature of being able to be both broken and whole, at the same time.

The only person who can pull me down is myself, and I'm not going to let myself pull me down anymore.

I can't decide whether I'm a good girl wrapped up in a bad girl, or if I'm a bad girl wrapped up in a good girl. And that's how I know I'm a woman!

Don't think about making life better for other people who don't even deserve you, rather, focus on making your life the best, for yourself and those who love you.

In case you never get a second chance: don't be afraid!" "And what if you do get a second chance?" "You take it!

Cake is happiness! If you know the way of the cake, you know the way of happiness! If you have a cake in front of you, you should not look any further for joy!

Causes of Civil War are also, that the Wealth of the Nation is in too few mens hands, and that no certain means are provided to keep all men from a necessity either to beg, or steal, or be Souldiers.

Listening to medical facts was not enough. People wanted one hundred percent guarantees.

The normal and the stigmatized are not persons, but perspectives.

It would be right to state that, with the successful flight of the XR-4 in the summer of 1942, the helicopter became a reality in the United States.

I always wanted to be an artist; being a songwriter for myself was always a must but being a songwriter for others has been a bonus.

Regret is an uneven hand, a rough palm at the cheek — tender and calloused.

He was an answer to a question she'd forgotten to ask.

A bore: one who knows as well as you do what he is going to say next.

In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape Broken branches Trip me as I speak Just 'cause you feel it Doesn't mean it's there... We are accidents waiting Waiting to happen.