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"...the only painful moments to me were every time Rob yelled 'Cut! Print.' Because that meant we got it right, and we might not be doing that part again. That was heartbreaking to me. I just didn't want it to end."

That brief interaction is the kind of moment that sustains my belief that we share more than we realize, we just have to be willing to look for it, and see it.

...while there is infection in disease and sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good-humour.

That’s all you can do in the face of these things: love the people around you, love the life you have. I can’t think of a more powerful response to life’s sorrows than loving.

It never ceases to surprise me just how many people I encounter who are living with some private struggle. The greater the distance I travel, and the more people I encounter, the more convinced I’ve become that these human experiences bridge differences that might otherwise feel insurmountable.

Grief is a ghost that visits without warning. It comes in the night and rips you from your sleep. It fills your chest with shards of glass. It interrupts you mid-laugh when you're at a party, chastising you that, just for a moment, you've forgotten. It haunts you until it becomes a part of you, shadowing you breath for breath.

I am sometimes not sure which is the more remarkable - that life lives up to great paintings, or that great paintings live up to life.

I am sometimes not sure which is the more remarkable - that life lives up to great paintings, or that great paintings live up to life.

"...you never know when a person's going to leap forward or change around completely--I've seen growth like most people don't think possible. I can even work with my enemies because I know from experience that they might have a change of heart at any minute."

"The word 'compromise' today is a bad word. People think of it as a weakness, rather than a strength to get something done."

...it's not the cynics who emerge the heroes, but the people who spent their lives in service to others.

Hope is a choice that we make each morning, and we do not have the luxury of hopelessness if we want to see progress.

But it turned out to be another one of those “you never know your good breaks from your bad” moments. Whenever I lose a deal, I think, “when the next thing comes along, I’ll be so grateful that the first one fell through.”

.... our national purpose, the raft we must cling to in the storm, the breath in our lungs, the beat in our chest: Just. Peaceful. Good. Free.

[The best Americans] are those who know that one becomes great because of who they lift up, not who they put down.

Love is a strange fact -- it hopes all things, believes all things, endures all things. It makes no sense at all.

"I have been bent and broken but I hope into better shape."

I wonder if the feeling will fade. If the memory of a single season will be buried beneath the weight of ordinary years, until it is just a story, just another little lie.

"And what is love, in the end?...Except the irrational desire to put evolutionary competitiveness aside in order to ease someone else's journey through life?"

Such a day is an ineffable mixture of dream and certainty. You possess and you conjecture. You still have some time before you for imagination. It is an unspeakable emotion on that day to be at noon and to think of midnight.

To be the statue of punishment cast whole in the mold of the law, and to suddenly see that you have under your breast of bronze something preposterous and disobedient that almost resembles a heart!

Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love.

The peculiarity of sunrise is to make us laugh at all our night terrors, and our laughter is always proportioned to the fear we have had.

For the sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty, it is called remorse. God stirs up the soul as well as the ocean.

Though we chisel away as best we can at the mysterious block from which our life is made, the black vein of destiny continually reappears.

It is the features of the years that makes up the face of the century.

It is the feature of the years that makes up the face of the century.

Trauma provides a special way of moving through time; years fall away in an instant, we can summon terrorizing feelings as if they're happening in the present.

In fact, there is a strength, a power even, in understanding brokenness, because embracing our brokenness creates a need and desire for mercy, and perhaps a corresponding need to show mercy.

As a child, I found the notion romantic, staying up sleeplessly recounting the day's events. But the world goes warped and strange in the hours before dawn, as the birds, with their voices, remind you how they spend their days loitering above, unseen.