To be able to grasp something of value, sometimes you have to perform seemingly inefficient acts.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

His attentive treatment of her had nothing to do with the presumption that she was weak, and everything to do with the conviction that she was valuable.

Live your life with a Burning Passion, with an Unquenchable Thirst for knowledge and wisdom.

I hope I never become so used to the world that it no longer seems wonderful.

One of the most worrisome things that emerges from the thick intelligence file we have on Iraq's biological weapons is the existence of mobile production facilities used to make biological agents.

But who is more ignorant? The man who cannot define lightning, or the man who does not respect its awesome power?

Your suffering is my suffering and your happiness is my happiness.

The love of art in its many forms lives on and enables us to enjoy the past, the present, and look with confidence to the future.

We are usually undone by our lack of understanding of ourselves.

Weakness is a great bully without knowing it.

There are books that one needs maturity to enjoy just as there are books an adult can come on too late to savor.