While people brood, time skips ahead without looking back.

If a person holds no ambitions in this world, he suffers unknowingly. If a person holds ambitions, he suffers knowingly, but very slowly.

The tragedy of this world is that no one is happy, whether stuck in a time of pain or joy.

Each person who gets stuck in time gets stuck alone.

Each time is true, but the truths are not the same.

Time is the clarity for seeing right and wrong.

What sense is there in continuing when one has seen the future?

The tragedy of this world is that everyone is alone. For a life in the past cannot be shared with the present.

The catchers delight in the moment so frozen but soon discover that the nightingale expires, its clear flutelike song diminishes to silence, the trapped moment grows withered and without life.

Events, once happened, lose reality, alter with a glance, a storm, a night. In time, the past never happened. But who could know? Who could know that the past is not as solid as this instant…

The truth is so dear to me that if Orholam stood on one side and truth on the other, I would turn my back on my creator himself.

We are not called by God to do extraordinary things, but to do ordinary things with extraordinary love.

I want to be a recording artist for my whole entire life. But Broadway is something I would come back to at any given moment. I love, love, love doing theater.

You are actually constructing... what your head understood about what your eyes saw.

Know your strengths and take advantage of them.

I just want people to focus on the performance.

I'm not trying to make myself look like a girl because I'm not a girl anymore. I'm very happy about being a grown woman.

Somebody is waiting on the other side of your obedience.

A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does every poet put forth a fresh outlay of stuff at the same season.

Come live, and be merry, and join with me, To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he!