We will remember the way things used to be, and teach our children to be better than us. The generations that follow will remember with us. In that day, we will all be free

Every time he left, I shattered apart.

I think you forget that I'm still alive. It's like you don't expect me to keep on existing now that I'm not in your life every day.

I think we've grown so far apart, we don't even know each other anymore.

Our relationship was toxic. He was slowly poisoning me. I was slowly poisoning him.

We might be different people now. But he still knew me better than anyone else.

A woman might save him from a heart attack, but she'll kill him in every other way.

We're a mess, Kate.

I thought we were perfect for each other.""There's no such thing as perfect, " Eli commiserated.

I had to hope there was more to life than death. More to living than not dying.

He forced my soul back into innocent belief, not by empty words or false promises but by consistent action that never failed. He was safe.

The thing is, I'm not the only one this consciousness stuff is happening to.

We do not celebrate the death of our enemies.

Christian hands never clasp and He doesn't give gifts for gain because a gift can never stop being a gift - it is always meant to be given.

Every fairy tale offers the potential to surpass present limits, so in a sense the fairy tale offers you freedoms that reality denies.

The knowledge of the past stays with us. To let go is to release the images and emotions, the grudges and fears, the clingings and disappointments of the past that bind our spirit.

Silence is said to be golden, but the best fools the world has ever produced had nothing to say on the subject

There's also, I think more so in the music business and especially for women, this ceiling that people put on you if you have children or a family and decide to spend time with them.

[On George H.W. Bush vs. Michael Dukakis:] Americans now know they can vote for a man who can't express his thoughts or a man who can't express his feelings.

It is a high distinction for a homely woman to be loved for her character rather than for beauty.

This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee!