We are young, but We already know that in life's great game those who are most unhappy are those who haven't taken the risk to be happy. And I don't want to be one of those

It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. What scares you, is not your weaknesses, but your strengths.

You'll stop hurting when you stop hoping.

As long as you remember the person who loved you, and whom you still love, then you're making love endure.

She needs someone who will be everything for her: her friend, her boyfriend, her confidant, her lover and sometimes even her enemy.

When it comes to books and friends, it is best to have only a few but all good ones.

It's scary being loved. Because life is complicated and all too often it throws you off balance by sending you the right person at the wrong time.

Some say that you know real love when you realise the only person in the world who can console you is the one who has hurt you.

You are your own refuge There is no other You cannot save another You can only save yourself.

It was a relationship with occasional moments of beauty, but one that had never found it's balance.

A miserable collection of little secrets, that's all any of us is.

yEvery man's endeavor was imbued with responsibility

I am blessed.I am beautiful.I am great.

It's not just that I love bacon so much; I feel like something about bacon reflects my personality. It's salty and it's bad for you and it's delicious. I just love it so f - ing much, that's why.

Why don't we just expand ourselves into our perfect form, our perfect being?

It seems as though mankind has forgotten the laws of its divine Saviour, Who preached love and forgiveness of injuries—and that men attribute the greatest merit to skill in killing one another.

[Knowledge is governed not by] a theory of knowledge, but by a theory of discursive practice.

One of the hardest things we must do sometimes is to be present to another person's pain without trying to "fix" it, to simply stand respectfully at the edge of that person's mystery and misery.

Blues fallin' down like hail And the day keeps on worryin' me There's a hell hound on my trail.

In war you lose your sense of the definite, hence your sense of truth itself, and therefore it's safe to say that in a war story nothing is ever absolutely true.

When I'm playing somebody, their wardrobe, for me, is completely transformative. You just step into who that person is with that.