Life isn't about milestones, it's about moment

Life isn't a matter of milestones, but of moments.

I do not like candid pictures. They are so unattractive.

I have always believed that God never gives a cross to bear larger than we can carry. No matter what, he wants us to be happy, not sad. birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn't we?

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?

I tell myself that God gave my children many gifts - spirit, beauty, intelligence, the capacity to make friends and to inspire respect. There was only one gift he held back - length of life.

it is not tears but determination that makes pain bearable.

I tried to allow my children to take risks, to test themselves. Better broken bones than broken spirit.

Life is not a matter of milestones, but moments.

Make sure you never, never argue at night. You just lose a good night's sleep, and you can't settle anything until morning anyway.

Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn't we?

When free men stand, they will always carry on and lift Liberty yet unfree men shall always struggle to fight for freedom and liberty until they attain it.

Once your film is done, you can't explain to people what something was supposed to be. You can't give them footnotes. It all has to be there.

Coffee justifies the existence of the word 'aroma'.

You do not see with the lens of the eye. You seen through that, and by means of that, but you see with the soul of the eye.

The Web ultimately is a medium used by real offline people, and as such, it'll probably be whatever we are.

Because love is also a power. A great power, and it should not be disdained.

I know it's not fair to ask you to be with me when we can't even sleep in the same bed, but I'll love you better than anyone else could. I'll take care of you and make you happy. I know I can.

Instructions are never included. They vary with the strength of your ability to see, the measure of your selective blindness, the limits of your mercy, and the intensity of your desire.

What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with this extraordinary excitement? It is Clarissa, he said. For there she was.

I think that what trips up a lot of great musicians is that they become involved with too many things that aren't where their strengths lie.