Tibby's wish would be to hold on to the idea of love even in the face of darkest doubt. Because that was the way in which she failed. Not once, but again and again.

I love that blurry place where life’s transitions are made without you even knowing it.

You couldn't erase the past. You couldn't even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.

When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.

When your about to criticize someone walk a mile in thier shoes, that way when you criticize them you're a mile away from them and you have their shoes

When she is happy, she can't stop talking, when she is sad she doesn't say a word.

Maybe the truth is, there's a little bit of loser in all of us. Being happy isn't having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things.

Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not.

Your problem isn't the problem, it's your attitude about the problem.

Love is like war; easy to begin, hard to end.

The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem. Got that? -Coach Brevin

You have to, take a deep breath. and allow the music to flow through you. Revel in it, allow yourself to awe. When you play allow the music to break your heart with its beauty.

Fear not the unknown. For it is a sea of possibilities.

All spheres of life in society are mission fields. They are the “Promised Land” where the Lordwill lead us to.

Be nice to yourself... It's hard to be happy when someone is mean to you all the time.

Chicago has so much excellent architecture that they feel obliged to tear some of it down now and then and erect terrible buildings just to help us all appreciate the good stuff.

Oh, I usually pray in Spanish, speak French to my boyfriend, curse in Dutch, and talk German to my German Shepherd

But she'd wanted him there and there he was. A lamb ready for slaughter.

I never wanted to be the lead on a TV drama. It just robs you of your life, really.

I just finished writing an essay about William Maxwell, an American writer whose work I admire very much.

There's always beauty, if you know where to look.