It was cliche, he knew, but he meant it classic.

Identifying the source of our personal narratives helps us to release its negative aspects and re-frame it in ways that promote wholeness.

Because this is how it feels to live my life: scattered, fragmented, and exhausting.

There is never a right or wrong time to have kids; it happens for whatever reason, but you can have this paranoia: 'will I be able to do this, I'm not sure if I'm ready to have kids?'

My kids motivate me to keep moving forward. My kids are my everything.

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?

Next to me, Saiman smiled. "We all want what we can't have, Kate. I want you, you want love, and he wants to break my neck.

Loneliness: there is no organ that can take it all.

Our eyes are holden that we cannot see things that stare us in the face, until the hour arrives when the mind is ripened; then we behold them, and the time when we saw them not is like a dream.

It is an insult to our citizens to question whether they are rational beings or not, and blasphemy against religion to suppose it cannot stand the test of truth and reason.

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, And hold-fast is the only dog.