The effects of loss are acute, and unique to each individual. Not everyone mourns in the same way, but everyone mourns.

Music is my enchanter, the seducer of my emotions, the fire and ice that moves me.

I survive on moments of make-believe happiness.

Imagine fantasy and pretend as neither fantastical nor pretended.....and then believe it.

Family gathersto share good noise and good food.Gratitude abounds.

It is an incapacitating emotion one feels upon hearing the whispered words "I still love you" after deeply hurting that soul. Forgiveness isn't weakness.It is power.

Reality is a background so painted over by our own perceptions that every eye sees the world differently.

Theories look great on paper until reality scribbles all over the page.

Dreams become reality once the dreamer goes beyond imagining and acts them out.

I can and will improve the world.I will smile, show kindness, and be grateful.I refuse to be unhappy.

Giddy is a grin and giggles and that glint of goofiness in your gaze.

Passion is a rather frightening thing because if you have passion you don't know where it will take you.

Most times, the worst of situations can become a compass to the best of situations

Was this how trauma worked? she wondered. Those closest to it remained dumbfounded by the fact that those who weren't present could derive meaning from it?

It never hurts for potential opponents to think you're more than a little stupid and can hardly count all the money in your hip pocket, much less hold on to it.

Of course I'm trying to trick you! That's the way of the world, Baudelaires. Everyone runs around with their secrets and their schemes, trying to outwit everyone else.

Big ideas are so hard to recognize, so fragile, so easy to kill. don't forget that, all of you who don't have them.

Right here, you're killing me.

I think everyone just goes to London and says like, oh I went international!

The goal of socialism is communism.

I think it is a quest of literature throughout the ages to describe the human condition.