“Love, what is love? I don’t think you can really put it into words. Love is understanding someone, caring, sharing joys and sorrows.”

Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.

Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.

No one has ever become poor by giving.

The weak die out and the strong will survive, and will live on forever.

Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude.

I had an occasional flash of understanding, but then got selfishly wrapped up again in my own problems and pleasures.

I’m currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn’t really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.

As long as you’re in the food business, why not make sweets?

The only way to truly know a person is to argue with them. For when they argue in full swing, then they reveal their true character.

The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.

One gets on better in life if one is not over modest.

I looked up in the sky and trusted in God.

As long as this exists, this sunshine and this cloudless sky, and as long as I can enjoy it, how can I be sad?

I want friends, not admirers. People who respect me for my character and my deeds, not my flattering smile.

I love the time I spend with you. You make my living worth-while. Why dint I meet you before. I wish I could start my life From the beginning with you because the time I spend with you is never enough. I need you more everyday.

If I read a book that impresses me, I have to take myself firmly by the hand, before I mix with other people; otherwise they would think my mind rather queer.

There’s nobody who cares more about you than you, and there’s nobody better equipped to take care of you than you.

Cautious, careful people, always casting about to preserve their reputations – can never effect a reform.

The election is not just about the economy, climate change, education and health care. This is about whether we retain American democracy.

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.

If you can’t afford to take care of your veterans , then don’t go to war.

I’d like to take care of someone but at the same time I like girls who are independent.

There is no limit to the amount of good you can do if you don’t care who gets the credit.

Not everybody wants the responsibility of being the pillar of the family because it requires caring for others more than you care for yourself.