We think we don't deserve love, we think if we let it in we'll become too soft. But a wise man named Levine said it right. He said." Love is the only rational act.

Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel.

The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.

You don't understand. You're not a wave. You're part of the ocean.

The culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn't work, don't buy it.

The little things, I can obey. But the big things - how we think, what we value - those you must choose yourself. You can't let anyone - or any society - determine those for you.

Although you may be old or sick, it's not too late to take stock and ask yourself if you really are the person you want to be, and if not, who you do want to be.

In the beginning of life, when we are infants, we need others to survive. And at the end of life, we need others to survive. But here's the secret, in between, we need others as well.

Is today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person I want to be?

It's not too late to develop new friendships or reconnect with people.

If you don’t have the support and love and caring and concern that you get from a family, you don’t have much at all.

I was willing to yield to nostalgia, that melancholy residue of desire.

Those of us who submitted or surrendered our ideas and dreams and identities to the 'leaders' must take back our rights, our identities, our responsibilities.

There is still so much drama in my life, but I'm not a sad person anymore.

I was a Jewish rabbinical student for 12 years, and studied the Bible all the time.

Players must be able to carry out simple instructions from the bench to the court. If they can't, then they can't play

Surrender the dream and the truth will be revealed.

I would as soon put a girl alone into a closet to meditate as give her only the society of her needle.

Fantasy isn't something you run out of.

Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered...sealed away for opening on a January day with snow falling fast and the sun unseen for weeks.

We proceed by doubt, by trial and error, by resisting the impulse to lunge after certainty.