Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

Searching for a lost city is a particularly European obsession.

Maturity is coming to terms with that other part of yourself.

I don't think there is a right approach to teaching self discovery. Every situation is unique.

Expect the dawn of a new beginning in the dark nights of life.

Six, or at most seven, hours' sleep is, for a constancy, as much as you or anybody else can want; more is only laziness and dozing, and is, I am persuaded, both unwholesome and stupefying.

I shouldn't even be wearing a tutu. I don't have the right legs, my muscles are too big.

Most of conflicts and tensions are due to language. Don't pay so much attention to the words. In love’s country, language doesn't have its place. Love's mute.

Everything we "know" from above [heaven], we know from down here [earth]. How can you take something like that seriously?

In some parts of life, like mathematics and science, yeah, I was a genius. I would top all the top scores you could ever measure it by.

You have exactly the right amount of smarts to accomplish all that you need and want to do while you're here on earth. It's all perfect...and so are you!