He's exasperated. "I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!

The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.

For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.

You ought to stop listening to stereotypes and start forming your own opinions.

How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else's - be pulled and stretched and twisted - before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?

I don't believe in fashion. I believe in costume. Life is too short to be same person every day.

Everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is to not make the same mistake twice.

Life isn't about what you get, it's about what you DO with what you get.

I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I'm not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.

Just because something isn't practical doesn't mean it's not worth creating. Sometimes beauty and real-life magic are enough.

A blank canvas...has unlimited possibilities.

Everything is important. To the smallest insect, even the mouldering tree, the deepest stone in the drift.

There is difference when someone says 'Love You' and when they 'I Love You'. The word 'I' saws the worthiness and devotion in what you are saying.

After a day's walk everything has twice its usual value.

I really do believe in the New Jerusalem. I really do believe that we can all become better than we are. I know we can. But the price is enormous and people are not yet willing to pay it.

Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe.

Divinity consists in use and practice, not in speculation.

I didn't drown. I didn't break.

The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune fitfully on the skylight, and the shade of the fast-flying clouds across my book passed with delicate change.

Hate begets hate, violence engenders violence, hypocrisy is answered by hypocrisy, war generates war, and love creates love.

Conscience is the internal perception of the rejection of a particular wish operating within us.