We walk alone through this world, but if we're lucky, we have a moment of belonging to something, to someone, that sustains us through a lifetime of loneliness.

I love you breathlessly, my amazing man.

All good things come to those who wait.

There are some battles, no matter how much you don’t want to fight them, that you just have to fight. That are worth giving your life for.

You are my hand grenade, my artillery fire. You have replaced my heart with yourself.

Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars.

Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.

Tania, there is so much still ahead of you. Be patient with life

Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: What do believe in? What do you hope for? What do you love?

The power you have over someone who loves you is greater than any other power you'll ever have.

If there is God, I thought...Please some day let me make love to this girl while she wears that dress." "Oh..." "Tatiasha...isn't it nice to know there is a God?

To develop understanding and compassion for who we are as introverts, we must be able to explore who we are, what makes us happy, what makes us unhappy, and what oursubsequent needs are.

Keep going even when the going is slow and uncertain.Make your dream your prayer and your service.Don’t wait for recognition. Let it find you working. Romanticize authenticity instead of perfection.

Although everyone wants to change the teacher, it's time for the agents of educational reform to change themselves.

To sell well is to convince someone else to part with resources—not to deprive that person, but to leave him better off in the end.

Speculation is a fool's game, but I've seen many political projections that look like the Taliban could hold most of the country, and possibly Kabul, within perhaps a short time.

A salad is not a meal, it is a style.

No relationship is easy, and nobody should ever think it is. The minute you start forgetting the needs of the other person is when you get in trouble.

The only reason I became a writer was so I could exist on a piece of paper.

Poetry comes out of an elite experience, the experience of people whose ears are opened to the song of the universe.

People talk to me a lot about, "Why don't you ever rebel?" And I feel like I do rebel. To me, rebelling is - is that rush you get when you sing a song about someone and you know they're in the crowd.