“Love is not a victory march it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.”

Games are nature’s most beautiful creation.

I told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you.

We are ugly but we have the music.

I’ve forgotten most of what I’ve read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.

The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.

Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows.

Here’s to the few who forgive what you do, and the fewer who don’t even care.

I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

Please make me empty, if I’m empty then I can receive, if I can receive it means it comes from somewhere outside of me, if it comes from outside of me I’m not alone! I cannot bear this loneliness. Above all it is loneliness.

Do not be a magician – be magic!

He knew that hair couldn’t feel; he kissed her hair.

Who could have foretold the heart grows cold from touching others.

Avoid the flourish. Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you’re tired. You look like you could go on forever. Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty.

I will not be held like a drunkard / under the cold tap of facts.

I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.

Everything has a crack in it; that’s how the light gets in.

Never make fun of someone who speaks broken English. It means they know another language.

I’ve told you the four thunderstorms – disappointment, frustration, unfairness and isolation. You cannot avoid them, as like the monsoon they will come into your life at regular intervals. You just need to keep the raincoat handy to not let the spark die.

I have never met a strong woman who has never been broken. She had to learn how to pick herself her and carry on. She had to learn how to depend on herself for happiness.

I lost my appetite for you.

The struggles I’m facing, the chances I’m taking.Sometimes they knock me down, but, no, I’m not breaking.I may not know it, but these are the momentsI am going to remember most, just got to keep going.

All men die. You may say: ‘Is that encouraging?’ Surely yes, for when a man dies, his blunders, which are of the form, all die with him, but the things in him that are part of the life never die, although the form be broken.

The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling – their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability. Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them.

Beauty is the enemy . We try to conquer not feeling beautiful all our lives. It’s a battle that can’t be won. There’s no definition of beauty. The only way to achieve beauty is to feel it from inside without breaking down into individual physical attributes.