One's character is set at an early age. The choices you make now will affect you for the rest of your life. I hate to see you swim out so far you can't swim back.

Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss...." He turned to me. "But every once in a while, you find someone who's iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.

What he did to my heart was sheer, inexplicable, magic.

...Next time you're faced with a choice, do the right thing. It hurts everyone less in the long run.

If chaos is a necessary step in the organization of one's universe, then I was well on my way.

Sometimes a little discomfort in the beginning can save a whole lot of pain down the road.

Proper lighting is everything, Julianna.

I had liked him for all the wrong reasons.

It's easy to look back and see it, and it's easy to give the advice. But the sad fact is, most people don't look beneath the surface until it's too late.

The room fell quiet. And as I read down the list of over one hundred and fifty eight-grade boys, I realized that to me, there had only ever been one boy.

You can't dwell on what might have been...and it's not fair to condemn him for something he hasn't done.

I would rather walk alone in light than with many in the darkness.

Facts are many, but the truth is one.

In America there are two classes of travel - first class, and with children.

'Being in love' first moved them to promise fidelity: this quieter love enables them to keep the promise.

Do I think there is a heaven? Uh, yeah I do. Like a really big gymnasium. How do I see myself there? With really bad seats.

I don't have any secret sauce and I'm no smarter than anyone else. I will say I have surrounded myself with unbelievable talent that has made my job easier.

You have no beginning of time. It's always been there.

Sometimes I wish we could rub out all of our mistakes and start fresh, from the beginning,' I said. 'And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us but our mistakes.

The seeds of Death are sown in us when we begin to live, and grow up till, like rampant weeds, they choak the tender flower of life.

love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit