If you list down whatever you didn’t get to do, then whatever you did won’t feel like it mattered.

It is not the presence of despair that ails you, but the absence of hope.

How do we perceive what’s important in life, from what we once thought to what we think now, how does it change?

Where there is darkness, there once was light.

I find peace where the sun kissed leaves dance in the melody of the cool breeze that floats through the air.

Whatever may happen, the memories of then will always remain, ever so sweetly with me, nothing to tarnish it. Not even the ugliness of reality.

It doesn’t take long for your fortunes to turn. One second you’re fluttery as a bird, the next you’re on the ground with your wings clipped.

Don’t waste your time dying over the past, spend it living in the present.

You could climb to the top of the world and jump into the deepest of ravines, but if you don’t have someone to share it with you’ll always be looking back.

Every time my stupor turns into vibrancy, standing around is not an option.

Still we remain, still we fight. Still we strive, still we survive.

If it’s going to be a world with no time for sentiment, it’s not a world that I want to live in.

Don't use words too big for the subject. Don't say infinitely when you mean very

Quite a few people have to believe something is normal before it becomes normal - a sort of 'voting' situation. But once the threshold is reached, then everyone demands to do whatever it is.

The great bell of Beaulieu was ringing. Far away through the forest might be heard its musical clangor and swell.

Everybody feels like a freak in some way at some time in their life. Or feels on the outside. And everybody is worthy of love.

Some things, you know, if you say them, it makes them not true?

Always argue over text so other people aren't embarrassed!

I agree with Dante, that the hottest places in hell are reserved for those who in a period of moral crisis maintain their neutrality. There comes a time when silence becomes betrayal.

Teens look at cause-related efforts with some scrutiny. They know they are often a target market, but it has to make sense to them.

The great Cham of literature. (Samuel Johnson)