Because when everyone dreams, but only a few realize their dreams, that makes cowards of us all.

Everyday was another day spent waiting. Every night was another night when she might meet someone who would recognize her true worth.

The boy reached through to the Soul of the World, and saw that it was part of the Soul of God. And he saw that the Soul of God was his own soul. And that he, a boy, could perform miracles.

I write from my soul. This is the reason that critics don't hurt me, because it is me. If it was not me, if I was pretending to be someone else, then this could unbalance my world, but I know who I am.

You say they create their own reality," said Veronika, "but what is reality?

Time heals almost everything. But when you are healed, you are too old to enjoy

Only two things can reveal life's great secrets: suffering and love.