Why was love such an addictive drug? Why did loving someone cause such suffering?

It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. What scares you, is not your weaknesses, but your strengths.

You'll stop hurting when you stop hoping.

As long as you remember the person who loved you, and whom you still love, then you're making love endure.

She needs someone who will be everything for her: her friend, her boyfriend, her confidant, her lover and sometimes even her enemy.

When it comes to books and friends, it is best to have only a few but all good ones.

It's scary being loved. Because life is complicated and all too often it throws you off balance by sending you the right person at the wrong time.

Some say that you know real love when you realise the only person in the world who can console you is the one who has hurt you.

You are your own refuge There is no other You cannot save another You can only save yourself.

It was a relationship with occasional moments of beauty, but one that had never found it's balance.

A miserable collection of little secrets, that's all any of us is.

This generation is earnestly waiting for you, for a change

Obstacles are the things we see when we take our eyes off our goals.

Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill.

Quoting Scripture leads you to the fountain, but only if you plunge in and come up wet will I know that you are a Christian.

Even on home runs that I hit in the past, guys were like, 'Man, you need to slow down. You've got that one.

Government should be weak, amateurish and ridiculous. At present, it fulfills only a third of the role.

You don't know what's on the inside until you put a demand on your potential.

I think it's very important that we instill in our kids that it has nothing to do with their name or their situation that they're growing up in; it has to do with who they are as an individual.

I just try to stay half way decent looking. Boxing's a rough sport and you get hit a lot.

It's a thin line between paper and hate, Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights, Hell or the pearly gates...I was destined to come, Predicted, blame God, He blew breath in my lungs.