This is what it means to be loved... when someone wants to touch you, to be tender.

Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

What was important wasn't the fireworks, it was that we were together this evening, together in this place, looking up into the sky at the same time.

I love feeling the rhythm of other people's lives. It's like traveling.

The sky was incredibly far away, and beautiful enough to make a person wonder why our hearts are never so free.

Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.

Everything that had happened was shockingly beautiful, enough to make you crazy.

No matter where you are, you're always a bit on your own, always an outsider.

But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.

The night glittered brilliantly then.

Over and over, we begin again.

We learn and grow Always building on what we know

Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.

I grew up thinking that if I wanted to go be prime minister, I could.

So our building of the visible Church becomes much like any natural business function, using natural means and natural motives.

They think I'm going to be a schoolteacher but I'm going to be a poet.

Stunned and still not suffering. Swollen with care and anxiety and still not suffering. Useless, old and full of grief, but still not suffering.

It's interesting, the secrets you decide to reveal at the end of your life.

Mathematics is a language plus reasoning. It's like a language plus logic. Mathematics is a tool for reasoning.

Fear is for people who don’t get out very much.

Sometimes being a dad is like watching a ping-pong match.