“The trilogy of “Before Sunrise”, “Before Sunset” and last-year’s “Before Midnight” returns periodically to.”

It is only with gratitude that life becomes rich.

Reason is the steering wheel. Emotion is the gas pedal.

Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon, and each month it cries for a love it will never touch.

Do everything in love.

Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

By oneself the evil is done, by oneself one suffers; by oneself evil is left undone, by oneself one is purified. Purity and impurity belong to oneself, no one can purify another.

Starve your distractions, feed your focus.

Sweat is just fat crying.

Funny how we believe our own lies.

Today’s weakness is tomorrow’s failure.

The infinite – free, unbounded, full of joy – is our native state.

To the heart that knows contentment, every day is Thanksgiving.

Lord, be my rock of safety, the stronghold that saves me. For the honor of your name lead me and guide me.

And lo I am with you always, even to the very end of the age.

Pets are like infants that never grow up. Forever children. We love them for that.

Friendship is something in the soul. It is a thing one feels. It is not a return for something.

When once the forms of civility are violated, there remains little hope of return to kindness or decency.

You told me you went to hell and back for my sake, when I see your face no signs or trace or effort “for my sake”; here you go again with your lies, go back to hell where you’re welcome to stay.

Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.

Fame freaks me out. Do you just wake up different? I don’t know how to scale it back if it gets too crazy.

Shooting at a man who is returning the compliment means going into action with the greatest speed of which a man’s muscles are capable, but mentally unflustered by an urge to hurry or the need for complicated nervous and muscular actions which trick shooting involves.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.