I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving a damn.

I believe that you control your destiny, that you can be what you want to be. You can also stop and say, No, I won't do it, I won't behave his way anymore. I'm…

I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.

Happiness and love are just a choice away.

But tir'd at length poor Beauty slept, And while she rested, wearied quite, Indifference to the dear lamp crept, And quench'd its warm, and splendid light.

Poor little thing! She's gasping for love like a carp on a kitchen table gasping for water.

You sought to prove how I could love, And my disdain is my reply. The lion on your old stone gates Is not more cold to you than I.