Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.

Even if you think the Big Bang created the stars, don't you wonder who sent the flowers?

You know you have found love when you can't find your way back.

The great enemy of achievement is a schedule already full.

Sometimes we give up a dream to play a larger role in someone else's dream.

Better you don't search for who you are until you know who it is you want to find.

All your life you pretend to be someone else, and it turns out that you were someone else pretending to be you.