Life is full of screwups, " he said, chucking another paper at the split-level before taking the corner. "You're supposed to fail sometimes. It's a required part of the human existence.

Relationships dont always make sense. Especially from the outside

Life is full of screwups. You're supposed to fail sometimes. It's a required part of the human existance.

Life shouldn't be about the either/or. We're capable of more than that, you know?

That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.

I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.

Oh darling, don't be bitter. It's the first instinct of the weak.

You couldn't just pick and choose at will when someone depended on you, or loved you. It wasn't like a light switch, easy to turn on or off. If you were in, you were in. Out, you were out.

Maybe we were all destined to just keep doing the same stupid things, over and over again, never really learning a single thing.

...You can't unlearn something, even if you want to. You know what you know.

Really, it had been stupid to expect anything anyway. A few late nights does not a habit, or a relationship, make.

And as we watched, the Tsar of Death lifted up his eyelids like skirts and began to dance in the streets of Leningrad.

Gratitude is the appreciation of things that are not deserved, earned or demanded - those wonderful things that we take for granted.

To unleash your full potential recognise and acknowledge the greatness in others.

Everybody I'm working with now is a friend. And I would be very, very remiss to work with anybody in the future who has not shown me who they really are.

I am sick of the disparity between things as they are and as they should be. I'm tired.I'm tired of the truth and I'm tired of lying about the truth.

It's just a sound, and a feeling that's in the music. And you either hear it and appreciate it, or you don't.

What I do in my book is let people know about these programs.

The heart is not so constituted, and the only way to dispossess it of an old affection is by the expulsive power of a new one

The Internet is only the street corner meeting on a big scale

It is a bird-flight of the soul, when the heart declares itself in song. The affections that clothe themselves with wings are passions that have been subdued to virtues.