Love is illogical, love had consequences--I did this to myself, and I should be able to take it.

Yeah, something was wrong. That was the understatement of the year.

My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers.

I want to run. To do what I always do, have always done, for the last five years of my life. Escape, flee into the shadows. But this time, I stand my ground. I'm tired of running.

He is beauty, inside and out.He is the silver lining in a world of darkness.He is my light.

Few people ever kill for the right reasons.

He's right. I can't deny it. I am the reason Day lost everything that matters to him.

Maybe his nightmare had been about me.

All they're going to see is a wealthy man who has no idea how to heal their suffering.

I can taste the good-bye on his lips.

Before I can say anything else, he steps forward and takes my face in his hands. Then he's kissing me one last time.

Start creating a life you desire, bringing your dreams to life, taking what is then turning it around to create what is possible.

Woodman spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me And I'll protect it now.

Satisfaction with results will be the [death] knell of progress. No man is good who thinks that he cannot be better. He has no holiness who thinks that he is holy enough.

I can't imagine anything more important than air, water, soil, energy and biodiversity. These are the things that keep us alive.

The great natures which are good, are above everything generous and don't begrudge the giving of themselves.

Which of my photographs is my favorite? The one I'm going to take tomorrow.

Having kids is the most innately positive thing that anyone can do.

I think that any person who is commenting on public affairs is entitled to point out those dangers.

If there be gods we cannot help them, but we can assist our fellow men. We cannot love the inconceivable, but we can love wife and child and friend.

And I shall watch the ferry boats, and they'll get high, on a bluer ocean against tomorrow's sky. and i will never grow so old again, and i will walk and talk, in gardens all wet with rain.