-She is like the wind, open and free. If I cage the wind, would it die? -Then don't cage it, Mikhail. Trust it to stay beside you.

Life gives us choices. You either grab on with both hands and just go for it, or you sit on the sidelines.

She was temptation wrapped in casual elegance.

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?

And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they also give you everything.

We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?

I made the decision fifteen years ago that you were my life. My everything. You were with me in my dreams my dark lover my friend and confidant.

She didn't know how to love, to give herself to someone, to out herself in someone else's keeping and take him into hers. She didn't trust anyone with her heart - or the darker places of her soul.

It's all well and good to look back after the fact and see what we should have done, but we rarely know what path is best when we take that first step.

Betrayal is never easy to handle and there is no right way to accept it.

If what he said was the truth, it broke her heart. If what he said was a lie, it was broken anyway.

Sometimes, having friends who were like family was a good thing, and sometimes, it was like having an endless supply of very nosy, very irritating siblings.

Your life is the product of your thoughts

She may not be the prettiest, or the smartest, or the wealthiest at the Academy, but she could be kind. Anyone could be kind.

A human being is a real artist and a creative in any field, not a programmed robot in some factory.

If you don't fall down now and again, it just means the training wheels are working

Once upon a time I was falling in love. Now I'm only falling apart.

I trained initially as a physical chemist, and then, after becoming interested in biology, I went to medical school and learned how to be a physician. So, I'm a physician scientist.

If your divines are not philosophers, your philosophy will neither be divine, nor able to divine.

What if criticism is a science as well as an art? Not a pure or exact science, of course, but these phrases belong to a nineteenth-century cosmology which is no longer with us.

The prudent man does himself good; the virtuous one does it to other men.