There were a thousand secrets in her eyes, a thousand wounds. A lifetime of distrust and betrayal. Isolation. How did one overcome such things?

Life gives us choices. You either grab on with both hands and just go for it, or you sit on the sidelines.

She was temptation wrapped in casual elegance.

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?

And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they also give you everything.

We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?

I made the decision fifteen years ago that you were my life. My everything. You were with me in my dreams my dark lover my friend and confidant.

She didn't know how to love, to give herself to someone, to out herself in someone else's keeping and take him into hers. She didn't trust anyone with her heart - or the darker places of her soul.

It's all well and good to look back after the fact and see what we should have done, but we rarely know what path is best when we take that first step.

Betrayal is never easy to handle and there is no right way to accept it.

If what he said was the truth, it broke her heart. If what he said was a lie, it was broken anyway.

I gave him my heart without thinking how it would feel if he returned it.

Lottie tilted her head to one side and looked Maya up and down. "You're a little bit of a thing, but I hear you're good at stirring up big trouble.

Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings Conquer all mysteries by rule and line Empty the haunted air the gnomed mine -Unweave a rainbow.

What a man does not know is greater than he.

To know truly is to know by causes.

I speak Spanish to my children and they speak it better than me.

The idea that the GLC should be abolished at a stroke is ill though out, undemocratic and will cost the people of London dear.

Coming upon a space that sounds unique and incredible is just the best feeling.

Our relationships live in the space between us which is sacred.

Darwinism is not merely a support for naturalistic philosophy: it is a product of naturalistic philosophy.