I was afraid of the dance once, too. But I learned to embrace it and the mistakes I would make. Do not turn away from your fear. Turn toward love instead.

The dance had distilled her and she had become one with the essence of all that is.

Be willing to turn your attention to that which serves you.

Purge everything that's holding you back. Whatever it is you feel you are being deprived of, trust the limitation serves to bring you more of what you want.

Everything that has ever been beautiful has been burned. Like you.

...lose your mind so that you can gain a new way of knowing.

...purification was the point of such pain.

If you can love all who've betrayed you... you can taste sweetness in everything.

The point is to turn your grief into love. The roses are helping you find grace.

...anyone looking for friends without faults shall remain friendless. The choice is yours.

....it struck her that that perhaps everyone had the ability to see themselves in others. Even in the rocks. Even in the roses.

The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase

In those few words you've summed up my life - my reason for existence. It's you. Any pain I've suffered, the mistakes I've made, the path laid out for me have all led here - to you.

Only to have a grief equal to all these tears!

At one time or another all normal people have wished their loved ones were dead.

Thomas Aquinas states parenthetically, as something entirely obvious, that men are more rational than women. For my part, I see no evidence of this.

I have excessive energy, tremendous energy. I have a sense of people. I can feel them, pretty much so, in a short time. I'm not afraid of death. I'm just not afraid of anything.

Moral truth, resting entirely upon the ascertained consequences of actions, supposes a process of observation and reasoning.

No one asked me to be an actor, so no one owed me. There was no entitlement.

Ladies, please remember that every single picture you see in a magazine is airbrushed...we do not look like that. Love yourself!

In England, life is a long process of composing oneself.