Taking care of yourself isn’t about trying to become perfect. It’s about realizing and honouring, in every moment, thatyou already are.

Once trust is built, distance cannot kill it. Time and space alone cannot destroy authentic connection.

The history of your happiness is the history of your feeling connected.

To know yourself, you must first sacrifice the illusion that already you do.

A soul mate is not found. A soul mate is recognized.

Only love that continues to flow in the face of anger, blame, and indifference can be called love. All else is simply a transaction.

If you do not respect your own wishes, no one else will. You will simply attract people who disrespect you as much as you do.

The important thing is for me to feel love towards my fellow human beings—and sometimes, that has to be at a distance.

Self-love is essential. Until you can learn how to feel loved in an empty room, you will not feel loved for very long in any other room.

There is no quick fix-all procedure to heal your insecurities. Like any relationship, the relationship with yourself must be built and re-built one kind, loving conversation at a time.

Have the courage to love yourself like you always wished someone would.

Once you become a known writer, you will not have bad books anymore. You will only have less good books than the good ones.

In someone's darkest hour your simple act of kindness may imitate the sunrise, and to sad eyes you become their only source of light.

She knew that the dead hid pieces of themselves in the world. They buried organs in the living. They stuffed memories into trees and clouds and other innocuous things.

Simply read a child’s story that he or she is writing for school, and you will discover some of the inner struggles with which the young person is trying to cope.

Soloing was pretty easy for me because it was probably the first thing I've ever done.

Computers don't kill books; people do.

Phone are wonderful instruments, but I wouldn't want our daughter to marry one.

I was kind of scared of failing at acting.

I dream of writing a book like LOVERS some day. It is so spare but so rich. It is history made intimate, and a masterpiece of compression.

His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed.