“Everyone happens for a reason, learn it and move on. Don’t be bitter about what happened, be happy about what will.”

I’m kind of like a bit of everything wrapped into one.

When people are putting pressure on me I just completely ignore it.

It hurts me when seeing a girl cry. I want to comfort them as long as I canor I’ll end up crying too.

Fans aren’t just fans… they’re part of my family.

I’m not one to get involved with what anyone says about me.

I wouldn’t change anything ’cause I love my life.

No matter how many times people try to criticize you, the best revenge is to prove them wrong.

Don’t call a girl obsessed when she’s in love.

Some girls like to say one thing and mean another. And me being who I am, I’m very straightforward. Everything is very black and white for me. I don’t really like playing mind games.

I don’t need the perfect one, I just need somebody who will make me feel like I’m the only one.

Don’t call a girl a flirt, she’s just trying to be nice. Don’t call a girl obsessed when she’s just in love.

The person who will give you unexplained happiness, will also be the reason for your unexplained sadness.

I would date a model, but I would rather marry a fan or a normal person.

I like a girl who knows what she wants and makes me work for her.

The amount of hot girls who come to signings is incredible!

I just wanted somebody to tell me that I could sing.

Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people. There is no more mistaken path to happiness than worldliness.

National socialism is the determination to create a new man. There will no longer exist any individual arbitrary will, nor realms in which the individual belongs to himself. The time of happiness as a private matter is over.

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled.

Happiness comes from doing the things that set your soul free.

Not only are there no happy endings,’ she told him, ‘there aren’t even any endings.

If there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others, we could have paradise in a few years.

And the boy loved the tree, very much. And the tree was happy.