We walk into a bar, and you're aware of all the eyes on you. We walk into a bar, and I'm aware of all the eyes on you, too. For you, this translate into confidence. But me? All I can feel is doubt.

Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.

Life tells you to take the elevator, but love tells you to take the stairs.

Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.

A photograph it a souvenir of a memory. It is not a moment. It is the looking at the photograph that becomes the moment. Your own moment.

The words that matter always stay.

motif, n. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you.

It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

You have to believe there are kisses and laughs and risks worth taking.

Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.

In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead

Simply read a child’s story that he or she is writing for school, and you will discover some of the inner struggles with which the young person is trying to cope.

Man would be otherwise. That is the essence of the specifically human.

It's very homely, this castle. It doesn't have huge ballrooms. I didn't want a cold, cavernous place.

There never has been a great and beautiful character, which has not become so by filling well the ordinary and smaller offices appointed of God.

I find it very difficult just to sit. I would love to learn how to do that with contentment.

No matter what we're trying to accomplish in life, or what career path we're trying to take, sometimes we get caught up and lose perspective on what's important in life.

We will continue talking about the beauty of the deserts as long as the forests exist on Earth! But when the last forest is gone, no beauty of deserts will remain too!

My older brother Mike is an excellent trumpet player. By the time he was 12, he was playing around Kansas City in classical situations. He was already an amazing talent.

Age had not made him less handsome, as is so often the case; it had simply made him less visible.