You never quite stop loving someone when you're in that deep.

People lie. They use you and they lie, all the while feeding you bullshit about being loyal and never leaving you. No one can make that promise, because life is all about seasons, and seasons change.

Human eyes are the sign language of the brain. If you watch them carefully, you can see the truth played out, raw and unguarded.

Life balances itself on a precarious ledge, we can stay safe up high or propel off the edge.

I like pain. I like when it lingers. It reminds a person of what they've lived through.

We are all so broken. Pick up a person, shake them around and you'll hear the rattling of their broken pieces. Pieces our fathers broke, or our mothers, or our friends, strangers, or our loves.

I didn't eat pork either. Except bacon, of course. Everyone eats bacon.

You'll be surprised what someone is able to handle given no other choice.

One is a choice, and one is not.

There is more to loving someone than just making yourself happy. You have to want him to be happier than you are.

You can only give your heart away once, after that, everything else will chase your first love

A caterpillar knows it's a butterfly, even if the whole world tries to convince it that it's just a worm.

There are people who will always doubt you and you have to live with it. It only gets a lot worse when you have to die with it!

I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

We need an energy revolution by breaking our dependence on fossil fuels, polluting fuels... I am very, very confident our small state will lead this. We will be noticed by the country and the world.

What we share with another ceases to be our own.

Above all, I craved to seize the whole essence, in the confines of one single photograph, of some situation that was in the process of unrolling itself before my eyes.

Divinity consists in use and practice, not in speculation.

In the future, all cities will be distinguished by one thing only. The nature of their enthusiasm.

For kindness begets kindness evermore, But he from whose mind fades the memory Of benefits, noble is he no more.

What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.