They finally achieve a sort of outward-facing union.

Almost every successful person begins with two beliefs: the future can be better than the present, and I have the power to make it so.

Much of life is about failure, whether we acknowledge it or not, and your destiny is profoundly shaped by how effectively you learn from and adapt to failure.

One of the things this world is finding is that emotion is the basis of reason. We really have to trust our emotions, which are much smarter than our reason in some ways.

The brain is not the mind. It is probably impossible to look at a map of brain activity and predict or even understand the emotions, reactions, hopes and desires of the mind.

Civility is the natural state for people who know how limited their own individual powers are and know, too, that they need the conversation.

It’s only useful to ask, what wisdom have you learned from your misjudgments that will help you going forward?

It is especially painful when narcissists suffer memory loss because they are losing parts of the person they love most.

Friendship allows you to see your own life but with a second sympathetic self.

Our emotions tell us what to value. They're like a little GPS system: Go that way. Don't go that way.

The daily activity that contributes most to happiness is having dinner with friends. The daily activity that detracts most from happiness is commuting. Eat more. Commute less.

Pregnant? But that's impossible. My patient's a man!

Heck, I don't know what it is. All I know is that my mind fractured like a mirror one day and here I am almost ten years later still cutting myself on the shards.

Boomerang arrow, Kate -- It comes back to you in the end. Boomerang. Respect it.

I want to know what God thinks. The rest are details.

the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.

Have a short memory and a lot of forgiveness. Especially us girls who don't forget a thing. Move on.

At an early age Jesse often said he wanted to be a soldier, and before long he was one. He was there with his military brotherhood, fighting terrorism there so we wouldn't have to fight it here.

I think baseball - the baseball genre - is this mitt, to use a double pun there, to catch a whole bunch of themes.

Where's the snow That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?

None of my songs are written 'about' someone or something, they all just sort of tumble out unannounced, like the worst kind of house guest.