It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn’t want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.

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.

A lack of knowledge about your life mission does not abolish the mission itself

The more you read the Bible, the more transform your life will be.

I wasn’t sure anymore what made a good marriage. There had to be love, of course, but there were so many different kinds of love. And clearly, some love was more enduring than others.

We may perhaps learn to deprive large masses of their gravity and give them absolute levity, for the sake of easy transport.

I'm not the only person in the world who is suffering. I'm trying to talk to the world, responding to those voices.

The laws of nature are the laws of God, whose authority can be superseded by no power on earth.

Ours was not a political household, when I was growing up.

Versace! Versace! Versace! Versace! Versace! Versace! We love Versace. Versace is the greatest designer of all time!

Indecision, doubt and fear. The members of this unholy trio are closely related; where one is found, the other two are close at hand.

Sometimes when I'm writing a song I'll get carried away with production when I'm only on the first verse, and that sacrifices the songwriting.