This is personal, she'd said. Real. This moment was too, even if you couldn't see it at first glance. It was fake on the outside, but so true within. You only had to look, really look to tell.

Don't think or judge, just listen.

There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying.

Your actions is like a raindrop; it falls into the pond making ripples and then its over.

It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--so many locks not enough keys.

Looking at the pond, all I could think was that it is an incredivle thing, how a whole world can rise from what seems like nothing at all.

If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

You should never be surprised when someone treats you with respect, you should expect it.

Sometimes a question can hurt more than an answer.

Being brave and self-confident doesn't necessarily start inside...It starts with the rest of the world, and it leads back to you.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.

All the lessons you learn in film school from the people you hate are always the ones that are important. The lessons you think are great and thankful for never end up meaning anything to you.

I can’t describe reality; at the most, I can try to capture things that seem to be valid, the way I see them.

There is as yet no liberty if the power of judging be not separated from legislative power and the executrix

Avoiding occasions of expense by cultivating peace, we should remember also that timely disbursements to prepare for danger frequently prevent much greater disbursements to repel it

You realize in life, not that many things matter that much, but your choice of a spouse is everything.

Every woman knows the art of saying no with the lips and yes with the rest

Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the mouth. Then, like a rat, they stop in fear and freeze.

I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

The philosophers talk across the centuries exclusively to one another, hermetically sealed from any influences derived from non-philosophical discourse.