In choosing where to live or vacation, we may be setting the stage for the play of ourselves, treating nature as prop.
I don't know that love changes. People change. Circumstances change.
It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you've known forever don't see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.
Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.
It’s never too late to do the right thing.
In the blink of an eye, something happens by chance - when you least expect it - sets you on a course that you never planned, into a future you never imagined.
It's the possibility that keeps me going, not the guarantee.
The love is the part of us that can never go. It's the essence that was always there, so that can never go.
Russia has lost an empire but not yet found a role. Russia has to decide what it wants to be. And as we know in Britain, that takes some time. It is quite tough to lose an empire and Russia lost its empire very rapidly and very admirably, that is to say peacefully, it didn't fight.
The Oscar seems to have been confused with the Nobel Peace Prize.
I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity.