In the midst of happiness or despairin sorrow or in joyin pleasure or in pain:Do what is right and you will be at peace.

You can obsess and obsess over how things ended—what you did wrong or could have done differently—but there's not much of a point. It's not like it'll change anything. So really, why worry?

Sometimes, remembering hurts too much.

For the record, I would like to point out that it is NOT being obsessive to memorize a boy's schedule so that you can accidentally bump into him. It is called being efficient.

News flash, Bozo. Don't ever tell a girl to relax. It only makes us madder.

War is sweet to those who have never fought.

He gave me a small smile, and in that smile I saw our whole catastrophic history playing out before my eyes.

I skipped toward him and gave him a tiny kiss on the cheek. “Yup.”He looked at me like I was crazy. “What was that for?”I smiled. “For being an excellent partner in crime.

Love hurts us all, no matter how old or young we are.

And yes, when he kisses you, the rest of the world disappears and your brain shuts off and all you can feel are his lips and nothing else matters.

You did love me, " I whispered. "Just not the same way I loved you.

God goes ahead of a man who walks by faith, that is the beauty of faith

When life gives you lemons ~ write about 'em!

America's health care system is in crisis precisely because we systematically neglect wellness and prevention.

We don't really make friends, they make us.

I'm very lucky because I love fruit and to this day, that has saved me because I'd much rather have fruit than cookies.

My parents never pressured me except to advise me against acting.

I cannot help but think a curious event is this life of mine

Standing before a camera isn't intimidating. It's more comfortable for me. I enjoy it now. I'm more aware of what to do.

The combination of extremist ideology, a warped understanding of reality and nuclear weapons is a combination that no-one in the international community can accept.

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph.