Old florists never die. They just make other arrangements.
Don't let appearances fool you. There's always only one reality!
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds
The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.
Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.
No matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she could picture sharing her life with.
I came down the long road, even before I got here. Just to be where I am today is already a positive in my life. But to have something like this happen to me as well, I'm speechless.
I'm good friends with Jay Leno, good friends with Ed O'Neill, Melanie Fiona and Russell Simmons.
I am home because I am a writer, but sometimes, when I'm not productive (productivity: the expectations of capitalism), I feel like a terrible housewife, or a sick person.
There isn't any way for the people of Nicaragua to find out what's going on in Nicaragua.