“The moon is alive because of the darkness how could we – ever be afraid of something that gives the stars a home?”

The greatest form of art is unconditional love.

Our freedom lays deeper than your laws will ever cut into paper…For my words and rights are more than lines.

Give me just a little ray of hope and I promise to fly on my own.

Chances we don’t take turn into dreams we will forget.

I burned all our bridges – not knowing that love knows how to swim.

My love is like a lonely light wandering through the darkness searching for a home.

Sadness that is caused by the absence of love is deadly for the heart.

Somewhere between the stars there is a place for me and you; Where the moon kisses the horizon and the darkness fades away.

And all these strange birds in the morning sky feel more familiar than home.

We have to embrace our darkest thoughts to become light again.

Oh darling, if the universe would need the love of us careless humans to keep its restless heart alive the sky would be full of dead stars.

Too many people share the same tears.

Maybe we become what we write about.

The past is an empty battleground.

Pretty flowers have to die some day too.

Beautiful things are quiet beings.

He who searches for his beloved is not afraid of the world.

I think I’m much more afraid of making a mistake in raising my daughters than I would be with any work that I do, as an actor. It’s a much higher scale of fear, raising kids.

Live on the edge. I’m only free because I’m not afraid. Everything I was afraid of already happened to me.

Don’t be afraid of who sits in the White House. God can triumph over Trump.

Never be afraid to stand with the minority when the minority is right, for the minority which is right will one day be the majority.

I’m afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.

Why are sex and violence always linked? I’m afraid they’ll blur together in people’s minds – sexandviolence – until we can’t tell them apart. I expect to hear a newscaster say, “The mob became unruly and the police were forced to resort to sex.”

Noble hearts are neither jealous nor afraid because jealousy spells doubt and fear spells pettiness.