Ends and beginnings there are no such things. There are only middles.

Being young and female in America, you watch a lot of T.V., and you grow up on false images of what love truly is. We think the man with the best rap will protect and save us, about it's not usually that way. Then you learn love is something deeper and purer in form.

The heart of the person before you is a mirror. See there your own form.

The same wind is blowing, and yet one of us may be cold and the other not.

When a man is perfect, he sees perfection in others. When he sees imperfection, it is his own mind projecting itself.

There are three people in yourself:Who people think you are, Who you think you are, and who you really are.