The view, though. The view. It is undeniably exhilarating.

Love is not simply the sum of sweet greetings and wrenching partings and kisses and embraces, but is made up more of the memory of what has happened and the imagining of what is to come.

To ward off a feeling of failure, she joked that she could wallpaper her bathroom with rejection slips, which she chose not to see as messages to stop, but rather as tickets to the game.

Once you tell your first lie, the first time you lie for him, you are in it with him, and then you are lost.

There are more experiences in life than you’d think for which there are no words.

Sometimes, she thought, courage was simply a matter of putting one foot in front of another and not stopping.

If you're skating on thin ice, you might as well dance.

I learned that night that love is never as ferocious as when you think it is going to leave you. We are not always allowed this knowledge, and so our love sometimes becomes retrospective.

Reunions are always fraught with awkward tensions - the necessity to account for oneself; the attempt to find, through memories, an ember of the old emotions.

Love is never as ferocious as when you think it's going to leave you.

To leave, after all, was not the same as being left.

A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.

Happiness lies in being content with what you have right now, than mongering over what you don't have. Respect Life, Celebrate Now!

It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative - whichever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.

No mirror keeps its glances.

When you see a great teacher, you are seeing a work of art.

The Christian life is never static. One must either grow in grace, or there will be backsliding and deterioration.

Babies like fat. Like to bury they face up in you armpit and go to sleep. They like big fat legs too. That I know.

Sharing our meals should be a joyful and a trustful act, rather than the cursory fulfillment of our social obligations.

The one thing we all have in common is that we're human. Why pay more attention to the things that make us different over the things that bring us together?

Many times man lives and dies Betweeen his two eternities, That of race and that of soul, And ancient Ireland knew it all. Whether man die in his bed Or the rifle knocks him dead