Bella, there's a part of you that loves me.
I get really restless when I haven't worked for a day and a half. I have a recurring dream that people are lined up next to my bed, waiting for autographs and taking pictures of me!
There are two ways you can go with pain: You can let it destroy you or you can use it as fuel to drive you.
Feel good about being someone who loves selflessly. I think someday you’ll find someone who loves you the exact same way.
In life and love, you learn that there comes a time to let go and move on.
Let go of people who bring you down, and surround yourself with those who bring out the best in you.
It’s okay to wonder how you could try so hard and still get stomped all over. Just don’t let them change you.
I definitely tell things at arm's length but that is conscious. No part of me wants everybody to know what's going on.
And wasn't it terrible, how much he looked forward to those moments, so much so that sometimes even a ride by himself on the subway was the best part of the day? Wasn't it terrible that after all the work one put into finding a person to spend one's life with, after making a family with that person, even in spite of missing that person. . . that solitude was what one relished the most, the only thing that, even in fleeting, diminished doses, kept one sane?
Murder in the murderer is no such ruinous thought as poets and romancers will have it; it does not unsettle him, or fright him from his ordinary notice of trifles; it is an act quite easy to be contemplated.
The early Church was married to poverty, prisons and persecutions. Today, the church is married to prosperity, personality, and popularity.