Usually the triumph of my day is, you know, everybody making it to the potty

You know it's love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you're not part of their happiness.

The older you get, the more fragile you understand life to be. I think that's good motivation for getting out of bed joyfully each day.

Loving what you do is the secret to everything.

True love doesn't come to you it has to be inside you.

Don't forget I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

Life is so precious. Please, please, let's love one another, live each day, reach out to each other, be kind to each other. Peace be with you. God is great.

We've all been broken at some point. Forgiving ourselves or another person helps us move forward.

The key to beauty is always to be looking at someone who loves you, really.

If you love someone, you say it, right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment just passes you by.

Why is it so weird that somebody didn't recognize me?... The fact is that whenever I meet somebody, I say, 'Nice to meet you. I'm Julia.'

We can't escape the need to loveNorCan we resist the longing to be loved

Being true to yourself it always the right thing to do.

The politicians and the religious leaders and the weapons scientists have been at it for a long time and they've made a thorough mess of it. I mean, we're in deep trouble.

Living more intensely, more lovingly, with more camaraderie, that is in itself resistance.

The apparent ease of California life is an illusion, and those who believe the illusion will live here in only the most temporary way.

I've been through so much in my life. I've seen so much. I know how fast things can change. I know someone can be here one minute and gone the next.

To his ex-wife in court, he said I lost interest in you when the Botox lost its effect and you looked like a plastic doll that escaped from a fire.

He is hailed a conqueror of conquerors. [Lat., Victor victorum cluet.]

there were crimes and quarrels, alongside kindness and cooperation; there were people who loved each other and people who did not; it was a human world.

A transition from an author's book to his conversation, is too often like an entrance into a large city.