Sometimes, when something hurts us, our hearts break a little-in a slightly ... more literal way than for humans. Our pain sort of spills out and onto anyone around us. We call it a cracked heart.

I dreamed of you every night. It felt so real. And when I'd wake up the next morning, it was like your disappearance was fresh. Like you'd left me all over again.

Despite all the other factors that had contributed to my fate, in the end it was my decision that destroyed my life. And all the hurt I was enduring now was my doing. The blame rested solely with me.

Remembering is easy. It's forgetting that's hard.

Sometimes... Sometimes our hearts...crack a little.

Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with.

Heroes don't exist. And if they did, I wouldn't be one of them.

The error was not yours, Somerled, " Eyvind said quietly, moving to the doorway. "It was mine. I failed to teach you the one lesson you could not do without: how to be a man.

No matter how intently one studies the hundred little dramas of the woods and meadows, one can never learn all the salient facts about any one of them.

Man will occasionally stumble upon the truth but most times he will pick himself up and continue on.

We should be encouraging people to earn a lot of money. I do not know one wealthy person who does not spend money - and most of them employ other people.

The sleepy like to make excuses.

The most good you can do for yourself spiritually is to live your life with total love, conviction, and purpose.

Big guy and little guy, it should make no difference. The rule of law demands neutrality.

We hope that eventually there would be an occasion which I can personally prove that game music can in fact impress many different people and move them.

I want to see your tattoos." "You do, huh?

My father upon the Abbey stage, before him a raging crowd. "This Land of Saints," and then as the applause died out, "Of plaster Saints;" his beautiful mischievous head thrown back.