The day you find out who you are is when you look back and realize that it was never the words, rather your actions that defined you.

He who is not everyday conquering some fear has not learned the secret of life.

If you spend your time hoping someone will suffer the consequences for what they did to your heart, then you're allowing them to hurt you a second time in your mind.

There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.

A true gentleman is one that apologizes anyways, even though he has not offended a lady intentionally. He is in a class all of his own because he knows the value of a woman's heart.

A best friend is the only one that walks into your life when the world has walked out.

The most confused you will ever get is when you try to convince your heart and spirit of something your mind knows is a lie.

When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, "What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?

The most introspective of souls are often those that have been hurt the most.

When someone you love says goodbye you can stare long and hard at the door they closed and forget to see all the doors God has open in front of you.

If he can't handle you at your worst then he does not deserve you at your best. Real love means seeing beyond the words spoken out of pain, and instead seeing a person's soul.

Becoming a lake has put a lot of things in perspective for me.

When I thought of Eric with someone else, I wanted to rip out all his beautiful blonde hair. By the roots. In clumps.

If the web can be evolved to include the missing APIs and have better performance, [developers] won't need to go beyond the web.

I've always been a very good judge of people. That's why I like so very few of them.

I know this is awkward, but when you laugh after almost everything you say, it ends up undermining you.

Some of our writers are starting to incorporate elements of social media, etc. in the work itself, which is all for the good, I think - finding new ways of being poetic.

There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward-toward what?

You aren't going to find anybody that's going to be successful without making a sacrifice and without perseverance.

But if by some freak of history communism had caught up with this country, I would have been one of the first people thrown in jail.

Ideas are everywhere, but knowledge is rare.