The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion . . . open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and irony.

You possess a potent force that you either use, or misuse, hundreds of times every day.

J. Martin Kohe

Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.

Gautama Buddha

It will always be a battle a day between those who want maximum change and those who want to maintain the status quo.

Gerry Adams

You are not angry with people when you laugh at them. Humor teaches tolerance.

W. Somerset Maugham

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.

Oscar Wilde

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness.

John Keats

Your art kind of changes as you get older, by nature of the fact that you're hopefully gaining wisdom and you're starting to watch things with a better overview.

Sheryl Crow

We are not put on this earth for ourselves, but are placed here for each other. If you are there always for others, then in time of need, someone will be there for you.

Jeff Warner

The joys we expect are not so bright, nor the troubles so dark as we fancy they will be.

Charles Reade

The heartbeat of a football team is the quarterback position and I think everyone who has any intelligence about the game understands you must have consistency at that position to be a championship team.

Ron Jaworski

She has never been a pretty crier. She sobbed the way she did everything else - with passion and excess. That she had managed to keep it inside her this long was astounding to James. He thought of pushing open the half-closed door and kneeling before his wife, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and helping her upstairs. He raised his hand, stroking the wood of the door, planning to say something to calm her. But what wisdom could he offer Gus, when he could not even heed it himself? James walked upstairs again, got into bed, covered his head with a pillow. And hours later, when Gus crept beneath the sheets, he tried to pretend that he did not feel the weight of her grief, lying between them like a fitful child, so solid that he could not reach past it to touch her.

Jodi Picoult

In peace the sons bury their fathers, but in war the fathers bury their sons.

Croesus