Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

It's such a shame to waste time. We always think we have so much of it.

One day spent with someone you love can change everything.

When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.

But she wasn’t around, and that’s the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.

You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.

I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself.

I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.

Once heaven is done with grandma, we'd like her back, thanks.

Belief, hard work, love–you have those things, you can do anything.

Seeds of discouragement will not grow in the thankful heart.

Let's not call physical comedy falling down and pratfalls. All humor is physical, no matter how you dish it out. It's timing, like a dancer or an athlete would have.

We came, we saw, we bedazzled! You know, and it's hard to be serious and thoughtful when you're dressed like a Skittle.

Emulation is a noble and just passion, full of appreciation.

Self-preservation and self-denial: the basis of all political economy.

I enjoy playing the game. It's hard for me to just watch it, even while broadcasting.

Look, I grew up in, went to school in, and now live in the American South, and southern white women are interesting, complex and quirky, even the ones with racial anxieties.

I saw a guy juggling chain saws, it was cool, unless something needed to be sawed down, then it's annoying.

My father always told me that. "Nobody knows anything, so don't listen to anyone else."

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.