“You have no choice. You must leave your ego on the doorstep before you enter love.”

“Lisbon, to me, is the Lisbon of Pessoa. Just like London is Woolfs, or rather, Mrs. Dalloways. Barcelona is Gaud's and Rome is da Vincis. You see them in every crevice and hear their echoes in ever...”

“I dont want to be remembered for my work. I want to be remembered for my love.”

“This is a day of celebration!Today, we are divorcing the pastand marrying the present.Dance,and you will find Godin every room.Today, we are divorcing resentmentand marrying forgiveness.Sing,and Go...”

“You know how it goes:at some point in your life, you fell in love with someone and had a glimpse of God.Then you abandoned life and loverand started celebratingyour love for God.”

“Of course, I am religious.I worship love.”

“He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.”

“Happiness, like unhappiness, is a proactive choice.”

“But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness, I want sin.''In fact,' said Mustapha Mond, 'you're claiming the right to be unhappy.' 'All ...”

“It's good to let God pick a man for you. We don't do so well when we pick them ourselves. They end up lipsticks in a drawer, all those wrong colors you thought looked so good in the package.”

“Either we are running from what we fear or running to what we fear. The former is a choice controlled by fear, the latter is an action inspired by it.”

“Who you are is not determined by what you wear, the money in your wallet, nor how you look. Who you are is simply determined by who or what you follow. If you follow money you will only seek after ...”

“Sometimes you don't get to choose your partner. Life chooses it for you.”

“But the trouble is, I do want to be surprised. I want to choose. I broke the heart of my fate so that I could choose. I never chose; I only saw a little girl who looked like me standing on a gear a...”

“I think timing is better left up to God to decide then religious leaders. I once met a man that brought his wife flowers in the hospital. They held hands, kissed and were as affectionate as any cut...”