“An endless, meaningless string of apologies signals a failure to change one’s own behavior. What matters is not whether the person was authentic or really meant it in those passionate expressions of remorse. All that counts is whether that person follows through so there is no repeat performance.”

Dead Last Finish is greater than Did Not Finish, which trumps Did Not Start.

The only thing harder than letting go is moving on.

Even in a crowd, you are alone inside your own head.

I’ve learned so much from my mistakes, I’m thinking of making some more.

I think I am therefore I might be.

A thankful heart is a happy heart.

Renounce and enjoy!

Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realise we cannot eat money.

To have faith is to be sure of the things we hope for, to be certain of the things we cannot see.

Hear twice before you speak once.

You’re blessed when you’re content with just who you are – no more, no less. That’s the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can’t be bought.

Ignorance is a fools castle.

Next time you think of beautiful things, don’t forget to count yourself in.

The magic on you is only magic and will vanish as soon as you are free, but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes. We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.

The whole day was like that. I wish I could do it justice as I’m writing about it. I feel like I could use all of the words that I have in my head times each and never be able to tell exactly what it was like.

Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn’t.

I don’t shop just high-end, honestly. I shop at Zara, I shop at Topshop, I shop at H&M. I shop everywhere.

The end is in the beginning and lies far ahead.

If women’s role in life is limited solely to housewife/mother, it clearly ends when she can no longer bear more children and the children she has borne leave home.

I always feel the movement is a sort of mosaic. Each of us puts in one little stone, and then you get a great mosaic at the end.

We have every reason to rejoice when there are so many gains and when favorable conditions abound on every hand. The end is not yet in sight, but it can not be far away. The road before us is shorter than the road behind.

When you put your hand to the plow, you can’t put it down until you get to the end of the row.

At the end of the day, that’s our sole purpose and our sole reason for existing, is to love somebody else.

It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.