That's kind of what trust is, isn't it? A willful self-delusion.

Lately, I feel like my life is a book written in a language I don't know how to read.

Wayne: You wanna know why I really came to find you? Waxilliam: Why? Wayne: I thought of you happy in a comfy bed, resting and relaxing, spending the rest of your life sipping tea and reading papers while people bring you food and maids rub your toes and stuff. Waxilliam: And? Wayne: And I just couldn't leave you to a fate like that...I'm too good a friend to let a mate of mine die in such a terrible situation. Waxilliam: Comfortable? Wayne: No. Boring.

How do you do that?” Mennis asked, frowning. “What?” “Smile so much.” “Oh, I’m just a happy person.

If we must put our head into the lion’s mouth, let us make certain that he chokes upon our flesh!

This world, it is a tempest sometimes. But remember, the sun always rises again.

Faith means that it doesn't matter what happens. You can trust that somebody is watching. Trust that somebody will make it all right.