Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.

She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.

Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.

The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.

I'm saddest when I sing.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?

what you do today is the foundation upon which your future will stand

To get to forgiveness, we first have to work through the painful experiences that require it.

As a writer, you have to be willing to kill your darlings, and I'm a writer first. As a director, I've got no problem cutting the scenes.

A colour is a physical object as soon as we consider its dependence, for instance, upon its luminous source, upon other colours, upon temperatures, upon spaces, and so forth.

No pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage-ground of truth.

I'm a small-town kid from Kerrville, Texas.

From the summer of my twelfth year I carry a series of images more vivid and lasting than any others of my boyhood and indelible beyond all attempts the years make to erase or fade them.

I can dance, act, beatbox and whistle very well.

I'm happy. I have a man who makes me happy. And a family, which is what I most wanted in life.

All we can do is to make the best of our friends, love and cherish what is good in them, and keep out of the way what is bad.