Show me a little bit of your soul under all those pretty words you spill, and I promise you I will drink every last drop.

Promise me this. When you find yourself in need of inspiration, bypass the roses that will clamor aimlessly for attention. And focus on the souls who have actually 'lived' among the thorns.

If you only knew how many sentences I have withheld in hopes that I will be allowed to speak them into your heart one day.

How is it that hearts hold on to memories with the strength of hope and possibilities.

I am often asked what made me the way I am. And my answer is always this: I've always been me. It just took awhile to find me under all the rubble.

How to raise sons who respect women:Never give them the opportunity to see you disrespect yourself.

If everyone only gave a fraction of the compassion their hearts are capable of giving... how much suffering could we alleviate in this world?

I used to worry about tomorrow, but that was before I survived yesterday. Now it's one breath at a time.

And I find myself asking again and again.... What was it about such a beautiful man, who was able to leave such ugly scars?

Every word on every page, represents a love that captured this heart... fully, and never set it free.

Our spirits are connected honey. Wrapped in firsts of gnarled heartache. But I promise not to let go if you don't.

You may doubt others but you can be sure to yourself.

Resilience is accepting your new reality, even if it's less good than the one you had before.

Darwin gives courage to the rest of science that we shall end up understanding literally everything, springing from almost nothing - a thought extremely hard to comprehend and believe.

I once met an economist who believed that everything was fungible for money, so I suggested he enclose himself in a large bell-jar with as much money as he wanted and see how long he lasted.

I bought these shoes in Taiwan, and they said in the inside "made around the corner."

Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

The only way you find what your limits are is by pushing them.

Honestly, we’ll compete with everybody. I love competition. As long as people invent their own stuff, I love competition.

How happy the lot of the mathematician. He is judged solely by his peers, and the standard is so high that no colleague or rival can ever win a reputation he does not deserve.

Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead.