If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.

We are not mad. We are human.We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.

I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

May you be surrounded by friends and family, and if this is not your lot, may the blessings find you in your solitude.

We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky.

You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep

Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore

Success need not always be measured in economic terms. It has to be measured in quality of life.

Let me first state forthright that contrary to what we've often read in books and heard from preachers, when you are a woman, you don't feel like the Devil.

Life is like a curve, horizontally or vertically, we are at origin point

She wanted to reach up to the night and dig her fingers into it, beg it to stay just a little bit longer.

Void of freedom, what would virtue be?

Hey, over the years you learn to forget things.

Unfortunately, there are writers whose only concern is how good they could make themselves look on a title.

The Divine Music is incessantly ringing within all of us, but the loud senses drown the delicate Music, which is unlike and infinitely superior to anything we can perceive with our senses.

All the things I've read in my school books about England and the Queen were okay, but my eyes are the greatest book in the world.

We thought humble and proud at the same time, all at once in love again with this painful bittersweet lovely thing called flight.