“I can’t un-feel the trauma – it’s in my blood.”

There’s a difference between a soft spot and a blind spot,

I don’t want your polite lies, give me the painful truth.

Only god can bring dry bones back to life.

Be unafraid in the pursuit of truth.

The darkness doesn’t stand a chance against the sun.

I’ll see your darkness and love you anyway.

People are like water you can’t contain them.

Letting go is an art – master it and be free.

After you, I never found my way back home.

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

Love is the answer to most of life’s questions.

It doesn’t matter how rich you are, if you don’t have love.

When we met, I knew I had loved you for many lifetimes.

It’s the blood of the ancients that runs through the veins.

Listen to your body – she never lies.

Open your eyes – love is everywhere.

The Thracian people, like the bloodiest of the barbarians, being ever most murderous when it has nothing to fear.

And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.

Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged year.

Are you native to the land you are spilling blood on?

Even when the blood in my veins is the same as them, every cell in my body is against becoming like them. What a curse it is to hate the very thing that birth you.

I thought marriage was tough. Golf’s like going over Niagara Falls in a barrel! It’s a psychological game that gets into your blood.

Acting runs through my blood. There is some sort of creative desire to express myself and I would need that outlet. Otherwise I would be a nightmare to live with.

A fan had written my name on his chest with blood once. That was not just crazy but scary, too!