O how feeble is man's power, that if good fortune fall, cannot add another hour, nor a lost hour recall!

No Spring nor Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.

What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

Without the wetness of your love, the fragrance of your water, or the trickling sounds of your voice ― I shall always feel thirsty.

First of all, nothing good ever came from a beanbag chair. Nothing. I am speaking from personal experience.

The Stalker seems to be weak, but essentially it is he who is invincible because of his faith and his will to serve others.

You're only as good as the sum of your parts, and one person can't be a team.

Whenever you observe an animal closely, you feel as if a human being sitting inside were making fun of you.

Don't write outlines; I hate outlines.

Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment; there is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows.

I've always been athletic and a dancer, so I love doing fight choreography.

Our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.

Purity, patience and perseverance are the three essentials to success and above all love.