sometimes I think I've got this hard kernel in my heart, and nothing much can get inside it. I doubt if I can really love anybody.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

Make it a habit to give yourself enough reasons to relentlessly push forward with a high level of enthusiasm. You are more mentally stronger than you could ever possibly imagine.

Well, there doesn't seem anything else for an ex-President to do but to go into the country and raise big pumpkins.

Life is a system of half-truths and lies, Opportunistic, convenient evasion.

Women's fashion is more interesting than men's.

If you are not being attacked by materialist, you must be doing something wrong

The average pencil is seven inches long, with just a half-inch eraser - in case you thought optimism was dead.

I have been so naughted in Thy Love's existence that my nonexistence is a thousand times sweeter than my existence

For all true love is grounded on esteem.

The multitude is always wrong.

Where is [Ariel] Sharon who, planning to be one of the big heroes of Israel, became one of the killers, criminals, killing our small kids in Sabra and Chatila. Where is Alexander Haig?