“Let others lead small lives, but not you. Let others argue over small things, but not you. Let others cry over small hurts, but not you. Let others leave their future in someone else’s hands, but not you.”

Your family and your love must be cultivated like a garden. Time, effort, and imagination must be summoned constantly to keep any relationship flourishing and growing.

Don’t just read the easy stuff. You may be entertained by it, but you will never grow from it.

You don’t get paid for the hour. You get paid for the value you bring to the hour.

The more you care, the stronger you can be.

Discipline has within it the potential for creating future miracles.

Never wish life were easier, wish that you were better.

Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.

Either you run the day, or the day runs you.

If you will be faithful to a few things, you will someday become the ruler over many things.

Successful people do what unsuccessful people are not willing to do.

The smallest of disciplines, practiced every day, start an incredible process that can change our lives forever.

The major value in life is not what you get. The major value in life is what you become.

The big challenge is to become all that you have the possibility of becoming.

Fears, even the most basic ones, can totally destroy our ambitions. Fear, if left unchecked, can destroy our lives. Fear is one of the many enemies lurking inside us.

The twin killers of success are impatience and greed.

The best advice I ever came across on the subject of concentration is: Wherever you are, be there.

I was aware of people staring at me. No one moved. They seemed almost in trance. I just stared at the clock in the center of the church. When I finished, everyone clapped and started crying.

I haven’t cried in a while it feels like my tears have dried. But I miss you more than my eyes could ever cry.

The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.

I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.

It’s pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone.

Everything we do is either an act of love or a cry for help.

To avenge a wrong done to you, is to rob yourself of the comfort of crying out against the injustice of it.

I laugh and I cry and I reason on until the late night, but I never feel the urge to call you. The person that I once knew is forever frozen in time.