Excuses are something I tell myself to justify my failures.

Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but ... life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath it?

It's not what you say out of your mouth that determines your life, it's what you whisper to yourself that has the most power!

Are you a hero, actually?”
“Um, no. Not as such. Not at all, really. Even less than that, in fact.

I wish you could see what I see when I look at you.