“Our emotions pull us in different directions. The stronger the emotion, the greater the pull. Feelings are not always practical, nor do they make any logical sense. That’s just the way it goes.”

I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.

The most beautiful thing is not when you learn to live without something: it’s the moment you realize you never needed it in the first place.

you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.

I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.

Yes, we took it all for granted-but isn’t that such a blessed thing? When you’re not even thinking about what you have, because you never imagine you someday won’t.

I have happened in so many places, to so many people – the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.

How many people have we known all our lives and never once loved. How many people have we loved and never known.

We all have moments of darkness, moments when we are so unlike ourselves. And like vultures they wait for a slip, a misstep, then they take that part of us and try to convince the world that is all we are.

I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.

Why do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.

I don’t think about myself as much as I used to. I guess that’s a good thing. I only think about the things that are missing from me.

Fear isn’t a reason when it comes to love–it’s an excuse. Anyone who has ever been in love will tell you that.

I was loved in my dreams last night. It echoed through me like thunder-I felt it through and through.

Some days I feel like my soul is being pulled in one direction and my heart in another.

I want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in your presence.

The words I heard from you today, are said when there’s nothing left to say. What I would give to make you stay, I would give it all away.

The younger generation is vibrant with a new psychology; the new spirit is awake in the masses . . . Each generation . . . will have its creed.

I haven’t encouraged [Julia Marie Pacino] or discouraged her. I let her go her own way.

The true writer has nothing to say. What counts is the way he says it.

There is a lightening in our bones and wildfire in our spirits and we will find a way despite it all to survive and thrive.

I have a very modern way of thinking; the chef is there to lead the team and not just to sit behind the piano.

Its not who you love. Its how.

Not by way of the forced and worn formula of Romaticism, but throught the closeness of an imagination that has never broken kinship with nature. Art must accept such gifts, and revaluate the giver.

Sometimes you feel critics are wrong all the time, but I don ‘t take objection to it, because that’s the way it goes. They can be wrong, they can be right. They can be cruel, they can be kind.