Keep yourself as busy as you can. Try and forget. But even with 7 billion other distractions... you don't forget me.

Promise me this. When you find yourself in need of inspiration, bypass the roses that will clamor aimlessly for attention. And focus on the souls who have actually 'lived' among the thorns.

If you only knew how many sentences I have withheld in hopes that I will be allowed to speak them into your heart one day.

How is it that hearts hold on to memories with the strength of hope and possibilities.

I am often asked what made me the way I am. And my answer is always this: I've always been me. It just took awhile to find me under all the rubble.

How to raise sons who respect women:Never give them the opportunity to see you disrespect yourself.

If everyone only gave a fraction of the compassion their hearts are capable of giving... how much suffering could we alleviate in this world?

I used to worry about tomorrow, but that was before I survived yesterday. Now it's one breath at a time.

Show me a little bit of your soul under all those pretty words you spill, and I promise you I will drink every last drop.

And I find myself asking again and again.... What was it about such a beautiful man, who was able to leave such ugly scars?

Every word on every page, represents a love that captured this heart... fully, and never set it free.

My life is wondrous, and I appreciate it every day!

This whole life is an art of knowing when to sit and when to stand up!

Work, and not wishing, is what brings motion and results from your vision. Don’t be lazy. Try and try again, learn and practice, review and refine, then go back to implement again.

My theory is that the Supernatural is the Impossible, and what is called the supernatural is only something in the laws of nature of which we have been hitherto ignorant.

Impossible is a word only to be found in the dictionary of fools.

The biggest opportunity for big companies has come by far in the digitization of internal processes.

I feel like there's so much darkness in all of my books.

I feel that I've had a happy life, not a very useful life, but a happy one.

The absolutist takes himself to speak to the ages, with the tongue of angels, but the relativist hears only one version among others, the subjectivity of the here and now.

My eyes aren't special, my nose isn't special, my mouth isn't special.