The present grows within the boundaries of the past.

Succes is really nothing more than the record of failure. To be successful means you must be willing to fail more than anyone else.

The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

When somebody leaves this plane—or, if you like, goes into another room—those left behind sometimes try and stop loving—but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you’re ruined.

But say you do find the right people - how do you love them without smothering them?...How do you not suffocate them with all the love you've built up in their absence?

I want to feel it somehow happened like that because things happen for a reason. I want to believe this more than anything because if it were just an accident, then God must have died before he could finish the world.