“I never broke up with my girlfriends, they broke up with me.”

In the morning, I wake up at about 6 a.m. and I run for about 45 minutes, then more sprinting. Then I go back home, I eat and I sleep. When I wake up, I train – I do about three hours in the gym…

My concern is what fight we can give to the fans. My first concern as a boxer is to try hard and give a good fight for the fans.

I don’t have secrets in my life. Everything is out there.

No notes. You speak from deep in your heart. It’s easy.

I’ve already established my (political)machinery. It’s like a car. It’s fixed already. You just have to get in and drive it.

I could see he was having problems taking my punches. I had no problem taking his.

Life is meant to be a challenge, because challenges are what make you grow.

I did my best. I guess my best wasn’t good enough.

God only expects man and woman to be together and to be legally married, only if they so are in love with each other.

Being a public servant, this is a serious job, not like a boxer, you’re entertaining people.

I wanted to be a world champion.

I have to give people time to take a picture, and sign autographs. I have to be generous to people. It is in my heart. Without that, I would not be Manny Pacquiao.

I don’t even remember if he hurt me with even one punch. Amazing what the result is.

I say to Floyd Mayweather Jr., don’t be a coward and face me in the ring, mano a mano, and shut your big, pretty mouth so we can show the world who is the true king of the ring.

You train hard and I’ll train hard, and may the best man win, and good luck to both of us.

Boxing is not for killing each other.

I was afraid of breaking your heart. when in reality all these years later whenever I see you, I break my own.

Don’t ever let them convince you that the red flags you see in them are not real.

She dances barefoot through the smoke upon ashes from a broken world  – she is hope.

He lost interest. She lost hope. They lost the bond.

It’s really simple – don’t make promises if you can’t stay long enough to go through them.

My love is like a trigonometry problem simplified by my heart’s mint green genies, the broken being in me sings a million epiphanies, my life is but colors spilled in polaroids of caring butterflies.

He says he doesn’t know what to do my mind screams back I will not love you in halves just because you are too afraid.

The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.