If I felt like a fish out of water in my family, I felt like a fish on Mars in Adam’s circle.

But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I'll get through today.

Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.

Forward momentum. That's my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.

I needed to hate someone and you’re the one I love the most, so it fell on you.

There’s a difference between losing something you knew you had and losing something you discovered you had. One is a disappointment. The other feels like losing a piece of yourself.

Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you.

Don't be scared...Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You'll find out one day.

I have a feeling that once you live through something like this, you become a little bit invincible.

I'll be your mess, you be mine That was the deal that we had signed

Children must be taught that they are worth being heard, being saved and being loved.

Miracles can only inhabit the reality of our awareness when we surrender our need for the familiar to our desire for the limitless.

Give me a few minutes, " he said, sounding tired but happy, "before I make good on my promises."She circled his nipple with her finger. "That's a pretty short recovery time.""You inspire me.

I sought the Lord and He heard me and delivered me from all my fears.

However logical our induction, the end of the thread is fastened upon the assurance of faith.

The vertue of a coward is suspition.

I was a closet stutterer.

I'm very scared sometimes that fashion might attack its own magic by the amount of exposure.

A curator is an information chemist. He or she mixes atoms together in a way to build an info-molecule. Then adds value to that molecule

It must be this rhapsody or none, The rhapsody of things as they are.