Search the quotation archive

Prayer is the mortar that holds our house together.

Thank you for sending me a copy of your book. I'll waste no time reading it.

In the case of good books, the point is not to see how many of them you can get through, but rather how many can get through to you.

I was wasting my time, praying for love.For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.

It begins in the heart...and it hurts when it's true.It only hurts because it's true.

Now this might disturb you, but I find I'm OK by myself;and I don't need you or your benevolence to make sense.

To me you are a work of art, and I would give you my heart - that's if I had one.

Don't leave it all unsaid,somewhere in the wasteland of your head.

I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine.

I can chase you, and I can catch you,but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.

You're not right in the head, and nor am I, and this is why....this is why I like you.

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now.