The world can fall to pieces around us, but in the end, we'll always make it back to us.

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.

The quickest path to self-destruction is to push away the people you love.

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

Sometimes letting someone go is the ultimate act of love.

Fear is crippling. Fear of the future can convince us that there is no way out and nothing is ever going to get better. Fear is blinding; it can make us miss the warning signs flashing right in front of our eyes. It can also make you miss those brilliant flashes of color, when the world isn't so gray. But, if you think about it, being afraid isn't such a bad thing. Because fear is a reminder that you still have something to lose. Something worth holding onto.

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