People die of love. I’m one of the few who’ll admit it. That doesn’t mean it isn’t true.Take all the people who died yesterday, or last week, or last year. Subtract all the suicides and the so-called accidents of the brokenhearted. Take away the men who got blown away for being in the wrong bed at the wrong moment, the women in abusive marriages who died of cancer because they couldn’t find any other exit from their lives. All the AIDS deaths except from the needles and the transfusions, the ones they call the innocent victims. Like if you have sex, you’re guilty. Deserved just what you got.Now tell me who all you’ve got left.Without love the world would be overpopulated, except that without love it wouldn’t be populated at all. Love giveth and love taketh away and all that crap. You’ll probably say all those people died from the lack of love, but I say it’s two sides of the same coin. So it’s the same coin.

— Catherine Ryan Hyde

We are to give (and take) true love without falling into the narcissistic habit of only trying to take it in.

— Criss Jami

I'm taking a bit of a wait-and-see attitude towards 3D.

— Christopher Nolan

Humor is the instinct for taking pain playfully.

— Max Eastman

The difference between self love and being in love with yourself is that one results in giving and the other in taking.

— Jeffrey Fry

Taking decision and acting out our decisions leads to increase.

— Sunday Adelaja

I'm thankful for not ever taking anything illegal.

— Pedro Martinez

Did you have a nice nap?' he asked. 'Yes, Sir. Naps are tricky. There's a little window of how long you can sleep that will leave you feeling awake and refreshed. But if you miss it and you nap less or more than that amount, you feel like crap the rest of the day. And then you will have insomnia, probably.' 'You're a real risk-taker,' he said.

— Joshua Edward Smith

Taking a picture is like giving a piece of your soul away. You allow other people to see the world through your eyes.

— Katja Michael

On building homes for fallen angels:When I was small - I sought a home,a place to go and rest my bones.Then founded something, of my own,I lived among the restless stones.If seeking leads you back to evil,what good is that, I asked a weevil.He said a home is what you make,it can't be real, if it is fake...And if you wait instead of seek,will you find love, or something bleak?I know (myself) for I have found,a beauty, hidden – in a sound.Waiting is boring.And so is exploring.A smile is sometimes all it takes.And then your whole world simply breaks.

— Will Advise