We are meant to love. We are meant to lose. Love is our promise of a bittersweet end, and our desperate, hopeless struggle not to hurt anyone along the way.

History is the lie. History's words stain otherwise pristine books, drops of inky poison frosted in sugared deception.

Only the dead remember the truth.

The tear-stained letters of my regret will remain forever unread, for I am never going to be strong enough to give them to you.

Inside all of us is a light, but some beacons are darker than others, and some are so dark they never realize they are a form of light at all.

What is it like to be so free - so trapped, but so free? What kind of bird sings only when caught? What kind of slave outshines and rises above her master?

Innocence has no place alongside immortality.

The beautiful is always bizarre.

God dwells within you, as you.

Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought

Gulls shriek plovers and sandpipers run up and down the beach. The tide is all the way out. The stone jetty from which people fish in the summer is covered with seals basking in the light.

Mark the perfect man and behold the upright.

Because I thought I was in love. And when you think you're in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.

If you're trying to hide something, you wouldn't keep getting away with it for 10 years. Nobody is that clever.

... everyone young going down the long slide To happiness, endlessly.

Of course democracy is good, but it is a process, not a prescription.

For your life to be great,your faith must be bigger than your fear.