I fell in love with the expression in his eyes when he looked at me.

You should only fall in love with someonewhose arms are open, and strong enough to catch you.

Sometimes we don't know where we are going until we get there.

Love isn't about holding on. It's about letting go.

Sometimes the only way to hold on, is to let go.

Sometimes we have to get out of our own way.

Nothing looked the same, and everything looked the same.

The pain of running relieves the pain of living.

Because of that, he didn't know how to love someone who actually loved him. He had learned a twisted, tormented kind of love filled with pain and exploitation.

It was a fictional story, but like any good fiction, without the need to adjust or conceal the truth, it actually might bethe greatest expression of truth.

I wanted to feel less.To not be burdened by emotion, To not feel sadness, To not know loss.I envied the inanimate, The trees that stand proudly in winter, Not missing their leaves.

I go towards him and put my hands on his face and I kiss him. “What do you feel, Holden?”He looks into my eyes. “You, ” he says. “I feel you.

It matters not how long we live but how.

And I'm telling you now the frustration The future's facing from the anger in the nation.

He who understands baboon would do more towards metaphysics than Locke.

I now see Norman Thomas as indeed a liberal, but as a real, old-fashioned, unreconstructed liberal who believes in freedom and justice for everybody.

Clearly, if Confederation is to survive another 100 years, Canada must find a national esprit de corps. Cohesion cannot depend indefinitely on hating Toronto.

It's not our art, but our heart that's on display.

Government destitute of energy, will ever produce anarchy.

While you're writing, you can't concentrate nearly as well on what the speaker is saying.

The problem of creating something new, but which is consistent with everything which has been seen before, is one of extreme difficulty.