There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who divide the world into two kinds of people and those who don't.

I killed her once and died for her many times

I'm not going anywhere without you. We're swimming to China together. And if the worst happens, I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.

The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want to cry. Into all those millions of open pores came the sunshine, and other feelings as well. In and out. She was porous.

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

Love yourself and your friends unconditionally .

It was like a dream you might have after death in which lost people came back to life, your friends loved you again no matter what you had done, and your failures were unaccountably forgiven.