And maybe that's love, too - feeling the other person's hurts like your own.

Now I understand - how sleep allows you to forget, but your pain wakes with the dawn, worse because for a split second you don't remember what you've suffered.

I don't understand how the pain of losing him can be a pale shadow in comparison to the pain of finding him again.

But recognizing the ridiculousness of an emotion and being able to master it are two very different things, I'm finding.

No one controls who we turn into but us.

The scars are just something that happened to me. They aren't me. Not anymore.

Alcohol's a depressant, it will let me down later.

Climate change is happening, humans are causing it, and I think this is perhaps the most serious environmental issue facing us.

The iPad - is that a phone or a computer? If I put it on my wall is it a TV?

I always had a few people who liked what I did, and that was enough.

The purpose of polite behavior is never virtuous. Deceit, surrender, and concealment these are not virtues. The goal of the mannerly is comfort, per se.

Because reason...is the only thing that makes us men, and distinguishes us from the beasts, I would prefer to believe that it exists, in its entirety, in each of us.

Imperfections would not be half so much taken notice of, if vanity did not make proclamation of them.

Prevention is the daughter of intelligence.

The incarnate Word is with us, is still speaking, is present always, yet leaves no sign but everything that is.

The will of God is eternal because He does not begin to will what He did not will before, nor cease to will what He willed before.