For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.

Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?

I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.

I can trust in my parents' love. And it strikes me that is a big thing to trust, a big thing to have had, no matter what else happens.

I'm falling in love. I am in love. and it's not with Xander, though I do love him. I'm sure of that, as sure as I am of the fact what I feel for Ky is something different.

That’s how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have. (Cassia Reyes)

Lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back

He's in pain. I am, too. It strikes me that perhaps this is part of what we are fighting to choose. Which pain we feel.

Do not go gentle. So I fight. I fight the only way I know how.

In the end, we live to serve the Saviour, who liberates us.

Fearing the wind that causes the shaking branch directs you to where energy is needed for improving your life.

As you walk down the fairway of life you must smell the roses, for you only get to play one round.

If you are mentally somewhere else, you miss real life

All the movies where I play nice guys don't seem to do very well.

Light comes to us unexpectedly and obliquely. Perhaps it amuses the gods to try us. They want to see whether we are asleep.

Thought is borne of failure.

Man discovers truth by reason only, not by faith.

It's fascinating how much of our sense of attractiveness and feminine identity is bound up in our hair.