Suffer" he commanded seductively. "With me...or because of me.

Truth and integrity must be so rare these days that it confuses people when they hear it.

There is the purity of love, harmonious in every way, but not meant for a lifetime, and then there is the steady love of commitment - no less real but completely different. She had both.

Darling, if I take your breath away, I will give you mine.

We love because we can lose. If there was no threat of separation, no death to shake us to our core, we probably wouldn't love much at all.

Connecting with someone is not necessarily a bond with a significant other, or even a friend, but can be the indefinable - perhaps the rarest and most precious thing in life to find at all.

Even "meant to be" takes work.

I'd rather be befriended as an aimless lost soul than be befriended for adornment, gain or goal.

Am I a friend or a prospect? Imagine how much kinder life would be if people put as much effort into befriending others instead of trying to sell them something.

Where are the memories that held us together? Where are the dreams that were yet to come? I'm afraid to be happy. I shouldn't be happy. If I'm happy without you does that mean I've told you goodbye?

One of the disadvantages to having a choice is the inevitability to hang oneself on freedoms rope.

The struggles of the past are the gateway to the blessings of the future.

Politeness, delicacy [and] decency ... are but three different names for hypocrisy, chicanery, and cowardice.

All it takes is rumor...The danger itself is irrelevant. It's the perception of danger we're selling.

When we teach people to run after miracles, we make them shallow men.

We cannot allow a beachhead of terrorism to form inside America. We cannot allow our nation to become a sanctuary for extremists.

We seldom repent talking little, but very often talking too much.

If only corporal punishment cured low self-esteem.

Take away the Mass, destroy the Church.

Our very business is to teach the great lesson of self-denial and humility to our people, and how unfit is it then that we should be proud ourselves!

The degradation of the sense of symbol in modern society is one of its many signs of spiritual decay.