“There is a whole lot more to life than winning.”

Sometimes life is a series of obstacles, a matter of putting one foot in front of the other.

if you had your mother at your back, you’d be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved.

Nobody fights you like your own sister; nobody else knows the most vulnerable parts of you and will aim for them without mercy.

The only thing Jess really cared about were those two children and letting them know they were okay. Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you,

…I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn’t have met, and who didn’t like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.

A man who has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will.

Some mistakes… Just have greater consequences than others. But you don’t have to let the result of one mistake be the thing that defines you.

You’ve done nothing, been nowhere. How do you have the faintest idea what kind of person you are?”

There is a hunger in you. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.

Oh, Clark,if you had any idea what I want to do to you right now.And I…i can’t live with that knowledge. I can’t. It’s Not who I am. I can’t be the kind of man who just…accepts.

And it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.

But don’t blame me for the food. My wife knows a hundred and one ways to incinerate a cow, and as far as I can tell she’s still experimenting.

The thing about being catapulted into a whole new life–or at least, shoved up so hard against someone else’s life that you might as well have your face pressed against their window.

Do I do this to you?, he wondered, as he watched her eat. Or is this just the relief of being out from under the forbidden eye of that husband of yours?

I can’t do this because I can’t…I can’t be the man I want to be with you. And that means that this – this just becomes…another reminder of what I am not.

And then you walk into a room one day, whether it’s at university or an office or some kind of club, and you just go, ‘Ah. There they are.’ And suddenly you feel at home.

You have to be more fake.’ You see some of these actors, they have a permanent smile on their face. How can they do that? It really fascinates me.

Traveling is, and has always been, more popular than the traveler.

Until we understand the assumptions in which we are drenched we cannot know ourselves. And this drive to self-knowledge, for women, is more than a search for identity.

The well understood equity as well as interest of society demand that we work on much more to prevent crime and offenses than to punish them.

It was more from my own relationship with the instruments at this time, figuring out the instrument and then having to learn different pieces that I really got into music.

You’d think that you’d be able to convey more through dialogue.

The perfectly natural thing to do with an unreadable book is to give it away; and the publication, for more than a quarter of a century, of volumes which fulfilled this one purpose and no other is a pleasant proof, if proof were needed, of the business principles which underlay the enlightened activity of publishers.

When there is spirit and light, the dark forces of whatever is hidden and suppressed – like hatred and separation – become more powerful.