It's love when someone can touch you without using their hands.

One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.

Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground.

Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.

I wish there was a word more than 'love' itself to convey what I feel for you.

Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.

It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one thing - I loved her truly, madly, deeply!

I wonder if I could take back every 'I love you' ever said to you, would I do it?

Some people are going to leave, but that's not the end of your story. That's the end of their part in your story.

There is more ability to meditate in a rabbit than in one thousand Buddhists.

I have felt great advances in my poetry, the main one being a growing victory over word nuances and a superfluity of adjectives.

You've written three lines" "Three carefully considered lines,"Xavier objected. "Quality over quantity, remember

Anyone that would letterspace blackletter would steal sheep.

If you depend on where the chestnuts are going to be, and where the deer are, you have to be attuned to the outside world.

It was the highlight of my life being in the Mae West show, because I saw and did things I never had before.

Nobody lives up to the norms that God had in mind when he first created human beings.

I'm realizing this more and more that it's one thing to get involved with your own political beliefs and stand behind you believe in personally.

Luckily, I had incredible parents who, when they saw a problem, didn't say, "Why doesn't somebody do something?" They would say, "Why don't we do something?".

our culture is definitely the eighth grade. It's run by eighth-grade boys, and the way these boys show a girl they like her is by humiliating her and making her cry.