There's a little blackness inside all of us.

Once you see the good in someone, it's hard not to notice the good in everyone.

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

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.

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

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.