Love is not about staring at each other, but staring off in the same direction.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

If you want to build a ship, don't summon people to buy wood, prepare tools, distribute jobs, and organize the work; teach people the yearning for the wide, boundless ocean.

What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.

Every person that comes into our life comes for a reason; some come to learn and others come to teach.

Let your dream devour your life, not your life devour your dream.

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.

As for the future, your task is not to foresee it, but to enable it.

The meaning of things lies not in the things themselves, but in our attitude towards them.

True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new.

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams.

To be wealthy, powerful or famous does mot matter to me. Starting a social good ripple that will turn to an ocean wave matters to me.

God answers prayer with certainty. Wish fulfillment is something else.

I never listened to the Grateful Dead as a teen the only exposure I got was what came through the walls when my sister was listening to them.

You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes.

Free improvisation, in addition to being a highly skilled musical craft, is open to use by almost anyone - beginners, children, and non-musicians.

Dream the dream, find that extraordinary vision, and keep it in focus.

The implications are clear: Facebook wants to build an Internet where watching films, listening to music, reading books and even browsing is done not just openly but socially and collaboratively.

Capital punishment, like the rest of the criminal justice system, is a government program, so skepticism is in order.

I don't want anyone to tell me something.

To read Helen Macdonald's memoir, H Is for Hawk, is to feel as though Emily Bronte just turned up at your door, trailing all the windy, feral outdoors into your living room.