I'm just helping someone who is unfortunate. Is that a crime?

What fueled this hatred? Society.

It's not the best life in the world, but it's all I know.

I’m not mad. I already told you that. We all have mistakes in our past...and our future. It’s a fact of life.

I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for the people I had met and the people I had lost.

I thought of all the hardships and people that I had lost in the past few days alone, but, most of all, I thought of how I didn't regret any of it.

War makes animals of men, and we can't let that happen to us. If we do, we won't have any chance of survival.

He's been through so much and to watch that boy suffer makes me wish this world wasn't so cruel.

I saw something I could never forget. I saw lifetimes of acknowledgement, fear, wisdom, questioning, and understanding in a child's eye. It was the worst thing I would ever witness.

Until they feel what we feel, they will never fully understand the own hell they caused.

Damn the way he had control over me.

If Layla and Majnoon had seen Rasoolallah and Sayyiduna Abu Bakr, they would have bowed their heads and admitted they knew nothing about love and sacrifice.

Guilt's a terrible thing.

Praising people behind their back is monstrously unfair, because the one thing you can't defend yourself against is the good that people say about you.

You need to push yourself, put yourself in uncomfortable situations rather than stick to your comfort zone.

Pubic hair is proof of sexual maturity and if your partner finds that a turn-off, you should probably reconsider that partner.

You have a right to your thoughts and feelings. Your feelings are always valid.

If you will be a traveler, have always two bags very full. That is one of patience and another of money.

Creativity can flourish within sensible financial limitations.

Just as things in a picture, when viewed from a distance, appear to be all in one and the same condition and alike.

When we free ourselves we are not freed into a void. When we free ourselves we are freed into a dimension in which Art is an obligation.