There come a few times in a person's life where there is a clear choice," Cadvan said. "The difference between one person and another is how they meet that choice.

We are all mistaken sometimes; sometimes we do wrong things, things that have bad consequences. But it does not mean we are evil, or that we cannot be trusted ever afterward.

There is no shame in not knowing something. The shame is in not being willing to learn.

While the heart beats, hope lingers.

And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living.

Joy bubbles on a fountain of doubt.

Your future is uncertain, and I can tell you nothing that can help you. You are singular and dangerous, and so it is that you are sought by both the Dark and the Light.

Not even I can see all ends, but I have been in this world long enough to know that a choice is not choice and breeds slow ills, even were it done for the highest reasons.

The only good thing about being frightened half to death, she thought, is that it makes me forget all about being seasick.

I shall never complain of the tedium of the city again.

Elednor,' he said, 'Elednor, why have you betrayed me? Come back to me. Come back to were you belong. I alone need you.

A man us measured by the depths of his commitments.

L-EVELSO-FV-ARYINGE-MOTIONSBEING IN LOVE IS ALWAYS A COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIP!

But the thing is, I didn't make my friends happy and they didn't make me happy. All we did was get stoned out of our minds. That didn't have anything to do with happiness.

Religious people often prefer to be right rather than compassionate. Often, they don't want to give up their egotism. They want their religion to endorse their ego, their identity.

Men and girls, men and girls: Artificial swine and pearls.

Do everything you can to preserve and protect love so that it endures forever.

I dropped out of NYU, moved out of my parent's house, got my own place, and survived on my own. I made music and worked my way from the bottom up.

You have to stick to your guns and still know when to be flexible. That's something I've had to learn-which battles to fight.

An art which isn't based on feeling isn't an art at all.

Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.