The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle to come.

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.

We are not mad. We are human.We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.

I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

May you be surrounded by friends and family, and if this is not your lot, may the blessings find you in your solitude.

We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky.

You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep

Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore

Darkness may hide the treesand the flowers from the eyesbut it cannot hidelove from the soul.

We have never been outnumbered, we have only been out organized.

True Friends look at you with no judgment in their eyes, they know you've made mistakes but they accept you for being human and help you right the wrongs

I had a birthday party with my family and friends at a house, and Chipotle catered. It was beautiful.

Over the next four years, I will continue to listen to different views and accept different suggestions.

What an immense power over life is the power of possessing distinct aims.

Whenever I see her, we laugh enough to last for the month. She's my best friend, and someday when we're old enough I'm going to talk her into staying here forever.

And even though people try to pretend that pain doesn't do anything to them, none of us can really handle it. Everything bad we do in our life is because of pain of some kind.

The odds were against us, but we deserve to be where we are.

Yet there is no spring in Florida, neither in boskage perdu, nor on the nunnery beaches.