It was almost as if she had willed him into existence, into standing before her at the precise moment she was willing to accommodate him, arriving not a minute too early or too late.

Perhaps all love stories no matter how varied are essentially the same.

And although he recognized that tenderness was not the same as passion, and certainly not equivalent to love, for now it seemed to him a suitable substitute.

Was she happy? She thought – yes, reasonably so. Then again, what was happiness but the vast terrain between ecstasy and agony? Was this too small an ambition?

Once you break someone’s heart, you are forever its master.

Nothing felt better to him than the act of waiting for her. As long as he believed it wasn’t in vain, he was able to justify his presence.

Most people surrendered fairy tale hopes in exchange for cookie cutter lives

His fierce appreciation of female beauty, the unrelenting desire he felt for their company, the pleasure he both derived and sought to give, had led him in and out of quite a few bedroom doors.

If you can't finish you can't succeed. You have to become a finisher.

I believe in my sacred self.

It is a solemn thing to find oneself drawn out in prayer which knows no relief till the soul it is burdened with is born. It is no less solemn afterwards, until Christ is formed in them.

I think that art is supposed to be ahead of the times.

Anyone who has tried to build something that changes people's lives sometimes finds life to be a distraction, and finds people who don't care as much as they do to be annoying.

Boldness, and again boldness, and always boldness!

Men ought to become more conscious of their bodies as objects of delight.

What I've learned from myself is that I don't have to be anybody else. Myself is good enough.

It is well known that of every strong woman they say she has a masculine mind.

If clothes can help you see yourself on your best day, why shouldn't every day be that day?