I don't regret my past, I just regret the time I've wasted on the wrong people.
I had to smile at the man. I mean, you have to smile at idiots and children.
There's always, always a choice. My options might really, truly suck, but that doesn't mean there isn't a choice.
Whenever you've got a choice, do good, kiddo. It isn't always fun or easy, but in the long run it makes your life better.
The human mind isn't a terribly logical or consistent place. Most people, given the choice to face a hideous or terrifying truth or to conveniently avoid it, choose the convenience and peace of normality. That doesn't make them strong or weak people, or good or bad people. It just makes them people.
Growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you're just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something.
There's more magic in a baby's first giggle than in any firestorm a wizard can conjure up, and don't let anyone tell you any different.
There can be no keener revelation of a society's soul than the way in which it treats its children.
Seven to eleven is a huge chunk of life, full of dulling and forgetting. It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.
Suffering is the very best gift He has to give us. He gives it only to His chosen friends.
We're finding that very well-educated people, people who have done everything right, are behind, really behind. And they are hoping they can stay in the labor market, but a word that's used in other countries that isn't used here is very apt here.