“My family was always present when I needed them and sometimes felt even stronger emotions than me.”

You have to fight to reach your dream. You have to sacrifice and work hard for it.

I just get on with my game and let the referees do their job.

The game isn’t over, keep giving your all.

Nothing more beautiful than taking a nap with my children.

You cannot allow your desire to be a winner to be diminished by achieving success before and I believe there is room for improvement in every sportsman.

The day you think there is no improvements to be made is a sad one for any player.

It’s at times like these that mental strength and training are key.

We are at a good level. Our secret is that we play the same way against each opponent.

Money is not a motivating factor. Money doesn’t thrill me or make me play better because there are benefits to being wealthy. I’m just happy with a ball at my feet.

Nobody said it was going to be easy. One more step – Nobody said it was an easy game. Another big step.

Little by little, I’m getting better all the time. I’ve not lost the passion to play.

I always had the same style of play. I didn’t really worry about people kicking me.

I am more worried about being a good person than being the best football player in the world.

We continue training, to recharge, to continue striving and do our best. We will return to the field to leave everything.

Every year I try to grow as a player and not get stuck in a rut. I try to improve my game in every way possible. But that trait is not something I’ve worked on, it’s part of me.

Barcelona is my life, they have brought me to where I am today, I could not leave, I don’t want to leave. My heart stays with Barcelona.

Sharing your emotions with paper is so much more comforting than sharing with someone else.

There is a song for every emotion.

You can’t control other’s emotions so focus on your own.

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways. We become closed – not only to people’s pain – but also their happiness.

Emotion, which is suffering, ceases to be suffering as soon as we form a clear and precise picture of it.

It is harder to fight pleasure than to fight emotion.

We seldom realize, for example that our most private thoughts and emotions are not actually our own. For we think in terms of languages and images which we did not invent, but which were given to us by our society.

When a man is prey to his emotions, he is not his own master.