She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad. And that's important.

We are all just walking each other home.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.

The more I read, the more I acquire, the more certain I am that I know nothing.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.

The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.

I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.