Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

“The noblest worship is to make yourself as good and as just as you can.”

Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless when facing them.

All I can say about life is, Oh God, enjoy it!

Some people feel the rain, others just get wet.

You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.

We are doomed to choose, and every choice may entail an irreparable loss.