Even in the darkest regions, people have discovered their right of freedom.

The truth is an ambition which is beyond us.

Peter Ustinov

Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.

Anne Frank

We always think of a diet with a big groan. But I think diets are fun. I think it is an American pastime for a lot of women.

Mindy Kaling

Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.

Kahlil Gibran

The more faithfully you listen to the voices within you, the better you will hear what is sounding outside.

Dag Hammarskjold

I think if you give your best as a parent, then that's all you can do.

Heidi Klum

Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tell me, what is it you plan to dowith your one wild and precious life?

Mary Oliver

I ended up dropping out of high school. I'm a high school dropout, which I'm not proud to say, ... I had some teachers that I still think of fondly and were amazing to me. But I had other teachers who said, 'You know what? This dream of yours is a hobby. When are you going to give it up?' I had teachers who I could tell didn't want to be there. And I just couldn't get inspired by someone who didn't want to be there

Hilary Swank

What voice revisits me this night? What face To my heart's room returns? From the perpetual silence where the grace Of human sainthood burns Hastes he once more to harmonise and heal? I know not. Only I feel His influence undiminished And his life's work, in me and many, unfinished.

Siegfried Sassoon

Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain... To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices - today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.

Kevyn Aucoin

Joshie has always told Post Human Services Staff to keep a diary, to remember who we were because every moment, our brains and synapses are being rebuilt and rewired with maddening disregard for our personalities, so that each year, each month, each day, we transfer into a different person, an utterly unfaithful iteration of our original selves, of the drooling kid in the sandbox. But not me. I am still a facsimile of my early childhood. I am still looking for a loving dad to lift me up and brush the sand off my ass and to hear English, calm and hurtless, fall off his lips.

Gary Shteyngart