He said even if it's too cloudy to see, the sun will still rise, it will still be there. "But that's the whole point," I said. "Seeing it." "Is it?" he said.

Her smile put the sunflower to shame.

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow.

if you learn to hate one or two persons... you'll soon hate millions of people.

Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don't rent them out to tomorrow.

Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.

When you own nothing, it's easy to let things go.

Life is populated with scarecrows—all those people and things that seem so scary and trouble our sleep. Isn't it nice to know that most of them turn out to be made of nothing but straw?

Who are you?' I didn't understand the question. I'm Uri', he said. 'What's your name?' I gave him my name. 'Stopthief.

How much better might human communication be if words were as precious as diamonds? If each of us were allotted only 100 words per day?

We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

...we do not own these woods. They own us.

We are not advertising ourselves as a secure platform. It's a communication platform. It's not our job to police the world or Snapchat of jerks.

Any woman who says she's not a feminist is just someone who's afraid of being penalised for saying she wants to advocate for women.

Being a husband is a whole time job. That is why so many husbands fail. They cannot give their entire attention to it.

Apart from Jesus Christ, we do not know what is our life, nor our death, nor God, nor ourselves.

It was interesting to have both very a conservative and very liberal parent, because we deal with both these elements in the world and we have both elements within ourselves.

There are no ugly cigars, only ugly smokers.

It's kind of chased away a few demons for me and, um, it's educated me a little bit more.

Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.

All human love is a holy thing, the holiest thing in our experience.