Maybe love is thinking that every time your partner does or says something mundane that you want to start a Mexican wave from here to Uzbekistan in utter delight.

Yesterday was a closed book, tomorrow, however, was another story.

sometimes we have absolutely no idea where we are, we need the smallest clue to show us where to begin.

That somehow dreams are a blurred line between here and there, like a meeting room in a prison. You’re both in the same room, yet on different sides and really, in different worlds.

Our minds do unusual things sometimes, Tamara. When we’re looking for things it takes it upon itself to go down its own route. All we can do is follow

They say a story loses something with each telling.

For the yesterdays and todays, and the tomorrows I can hardly wait for - Thank you.

I’d live anywhere, - in one room, in the castle ruin right now – if it meant we could all just be together.

It’s too bad if a heart lacks fire, and is deprived of the light of a heart ablaze.The day on which you arewithout passionate loveis the most wasted day of your life.

Let's do this and this to see the consequences, who is real friend and who isn't. Who understands you and who doesn't!

You become a man when, in having children, you not only physically look after and protect them but also protect them with all the love and learning you have to give.

In New York, the buildings are like mountains in some ways, but they are only alive because of the people living in them. Real mountains are alive all over.

My idea being that for the sublime and the beautiful and the interesting, you do not have to look far away. You have to know how to see.

Anything that threatens, hinders, obstructs, denies, delays your capacity to stand fully up for yourself, within yourself, take it down.

If you can give your walls history, it supports the action that's happening in front of them.

Children have neither past nor future - they rejoice in the present.

I'm the kind of person who buys a new thing, wears it so much and then is totally sick of it.

God save us from people who do the morally right thing. It's always the rest of us who get broken in half.