Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.

The best proof of love is trust.

Success is a state of mind. If you want success, start thinking of yourself as a success.

Credit buying is much like being drunk. The buzz happens immediately and gives you a lift... The hangover comes the day after.

Being taken for granted can be a compliment. It means that you've become a comfortable, trusted element in another person's life.

There's a very positive relationship between people's ability to accomplish any task and the time they're willing to spend on it.

Trust your hunches... Hunches are usually based on facts filed away just below the conscious level.

I watched the Trade Center buildings go down from my balcony, and it was a terrifying moment. I couldn't get my mind around it at all.

When you look at your life the greatest happinesses are family happinesses.

Marriage is not just spiritual communion, it is also remembering to take out the trash.

My husband and I have never considered divorce... murder sometimes, but never divorce.

Defined purpose oriented actions, not actions, are the attributes of success.

Lacey?" He bowed his head until his face was inches from mine. His smile was still in place, and as his eyes swept over my face, it widened. "Uh-oh. Did you break?

Reflect within yourself for that reflection is far better than when what you see in the mirror.

Now go take on the day!

I intend to live forever, or die trying.

Events, once happened, lose reality, alter with a glance, a storm, a night. In time, the past never happened. But who could know? Who could know that the past is not as solid as this instant.

The world is now adayes, God save the Conquerour.

Parents should conduct their arguments in quiet, respectful tones, but in a foreign language. You'd be surprised what an inducement that is to the education of children.

Of mystery there is no end. Of clarity, there is precious little.

A street in Constantinople is a picture which one ought to see once-not oftener.