Competition was as much as respecting your opponent's work as introspecting on your own.

It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one thing - I loved her truly, madly, deeply!

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

Love? he asked himself, giving no sense of recognition for that word in the dictionary of his mind. It was the only battle he had lost in life, the only thing that had been snatched away from him, before he could even claim it.

Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.

There is no home as comfortable as your father's arms and no bed as soft as your mother's lap.

I wonder if I could take back every 'I love you' ever said to you, would I do it?