The sweet small clumsy feet of april came into the ragged meadow of my soul.

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

To be nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.

The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

One of the main keys of discovering your gift is question

Find your authentic voice, become vulnerable, and then put yourself out there.

... love for our neighbours does not die the minute we enter heaven, it intensifies.

The most lies we will ever tell in our lives will be to ourselves.

I have something called endometriosis, and I was told by my gynecologist that I needed to go on a specific diet if I didn't want to have any more surgery.

The strategy of Tumblr is very elegant.. The atomic unit of user experience is the same as the ads.

The cinema is an institution nowadays, with its roots sunk deep in the hearts of the millions of people who find enjoyment and entertainment in going to the pictures.

You know what freaks me out? Having your personal life live-tweeted so that everyone can make fun of you forever.

And no-one has ever questioned the courage of the Dwarves.

How different from the cosy world of Rüya's detective novels, where authors never vexed a hero with more signs than he needed.