Out of her favour, where I am in love.

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

These violent delights have violent ends.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

It’s never easy to stand when the storm hits. And that’s exactly the point. By sending the wind, He brings us to our knees: the perfect position to pray.

Some stories are true that never happened.

Something larger is happening than just going to heaven.

But believe me, just because the human mind can't imagine something happening...doesn't mean it won't.

I like playing frisbee. It is the only sport where you can throw something at a person and it's okay.

Attention. That's all girls want.

It doesn't really matter what you do. It is your state of mind that matters.

Life with a scientist who is often changing jobs and is frequently away at meetings and on lecture tours is not easy. Without a secure home base, I could not have made much progress.

Man's responsibility, then, is to choose his destination; the motive power to bring him there is furnished by the Infinite.

What men have seen they know. . . .