love is what we are about, my darling," she says. "Not even in death has our love faded, for I live in your veins.

We're all born with the greatest treasures we'll ever have in life. One of those treasures is your mind, another is your heart.

They had bombed and burned,killed and maimed,plundered and looted.Now they had come to claim the land.

For if life had taught her anything, it was that healing and peace can begin only with acknowledgment of wrongs committed.

Love cannot reconcile with deception

An instant can crush a brain and change the course of life, the course of history.

We come from the land, give our love and labor to her, and she nurtures us in return. When we die, we return to the land. In a way, she owns us. Palestine owns us and we belong to her

Israeli occupation exposes us very young to the extremes of our emotions, until we cannot feel except in the extreme.

For I'll keep my humanity, though I did not keep my promises. ... and Love shall not be wrested from my veins.

How can one find the first moment of love? When, in what instant, does the night's dark sky become blue?

the reverse side of love is unbearable loss.

We are creating a world where no parent will ever again have to choose between skipping meals and sending their kids to school

The old author knew all too well that the imagination was a top cause for missing good meals.

When you touch someone who authentically represents a tradition, you not only touch his or her tradition, you also touch your own.

So, at the last, a story.

The real evidence of growing older is that things level off in importance.

Okay, when you start to fight for equality, like Anand did in 1995, you could end up losing game 10, like he did, without putting up any kind of fight.

I know that people think I'm a party king; but, face it, if I finished the bottle every time I took a drink, I wouldn't be able to do the aerials I do onstage.

American foreign policy must be more than the management of crisis. It must have a great and guiding goal: to turn this time of American influence into generations of democratic peace.

In three strides Reaver was on her, his mouth crushing hers. “No more bullshit,” he said against her lips. “I want you. I think I’ve always wanted you.

Serviceis love in action, love "made flesh"; service is the body, the incarnation of love. Love is the impetus, service the act, and creativity the result with many by-products.