Give me wildflowers instead of your heart, for I’d rather have them wither than the latter.

Thanks for holding my hand" she said, smiling while wiping away the tears off her face. If only she’d let me hold more than her hand, If only she’d let me hold her heart too.

Beauty is a matter of perspective.Darling keep in mind that those standards that you’re trying so hard to meet were made by imperfect beings themselves. Love yourself more.

I was so desperate to be loved that when he made me feel special, I made him my world

It is a bitter-sweet thing, knowing two cultures. Once you leave your birthplace nothing is ever the same.

A boomerang returns back to the person who throws it.But first, while moving in a circle, it hits its target.So does gossip.

Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.

Not to be bound by rules, but to be creating one's own rules-this is the kind of life which Zen is trying to have us live.

I needed someone really intense, but also somebody with a lot of theatrical credibility.

Everything is vain and tortures the spirit instead of calming and satisfying it.

It's a tough game, and you never want to take that aspect out of the game.

Architects cannot teach nature anything.

Not being a liberal, I have very little grasp of things that I know nothing about.

Because my father was a psychiatric nurse, I know my way around the system.