We feel the love of strangers every day in the things they do that affect us without our knowledge.

There's a little blackness inside all of us.

Life has shown me all too often that there is no rhyme or reason to the cruelty inflicted upon humanity.

Because sometimes you have to suffer without the things you want now so you can have everything you need later.

That time of day when the sun hasn’t come up yet, but you can already feel it coming. It’s an elusive warmth, like a subtle promise whispered in your ear and you can go on with your day knowing you’ve been given another chance to get it right.

It’s not really the love that I envy, it’s the trust. The feeling that no matter how bad you screw up, there is always someone who will accept you and love you for who you are; not because they have to, just because they can’t not love you.

It's not our mistakes that define us. It's the lessons we learn that show our true character.