There's a little blackness inside all of us.

Sometimes, you just have to reassure the ones you love in precise language that you'll always be there. Sometimes words are enough.

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

Family is not always the people with whom you share DNA. Sometimes, family is the person who fights the hardest for your happiness.

Sometimes letting someone go is the ultimate act of love.

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

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.