Meditate five minutes each morning and see it wake up your entire life.

You are not my dream girl.You are this earth. You are not a fantasy: you are my love. And love is friendship lit by a wooden match with a white tip on its red tip. I am your match, and you are mine.

I would like to say that your beauty made it difficult to breathe.

Defeated? Learn from it. Move forward. You're stronger now. Reach out for help. No shame, only learning. Seek out those you can learn from.

Want to enjoy an restful day? Wake up, turn your phone on, meditate, look at the sky—then toss your phone into the bushes.

Want to get more done? Keep meditation #1 on your to-do list.

True efficiency is taking some time to be fully first thing in the morning. Rushing isn’t always efficient.

I would like to care more about you than about my feelings for you.

Next time someone tells you to smile for the camera, & you don’t feel like it—say no, thanks. Don’t fake your way into a happy-seeming life. Open vulnerable honesty is true positivity.

The best way to get through any challenge is to step back, look up at the sky, breathe deeply in and out, smile if you have to…then dive in.

Love is only available to those willing to be continually brave in weakness.

For the record, I would like to point out that it is NOT being obsessive to memorize a boy's schedule so that you can accidentally bump into him. It is called being efficient.

As in music, when we hear the crescendo building, suddenly if the music stops, we begin to hear the silence as part of the music.

Luthicer hummed. "You're either brave or very foolish." "What's the difference?" (Eric)

I'd never understood why anyone would want to live forever. It had always seemed to me that death lent life a certain poignancy, a necessary tension.

It's a great counter to doing the soap because it's a comedy. It's real physical comedy.

When Rioch came to Millwall we were depressed and miserable. He's done a brilliant job of turning it all around. Now we're miserable and depressed.

I'm not a great one for looking back.

Nothing can be lasting when reason does not rule.

The teacher's life is painfull and therefore would be pityed: it wrastles with unthankfulnesse above all measure...Our calling creepes low and hath pain for companion.

A thing is not vulgar merely because it is common.