Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.

How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble?

I tried to hold on to this compassion, sensing its preciousness, but even as I reached to grasp it, it dissipated into wisps. No revelation can endure unless it is bolstered by a calm pure mind- and I'm afraid I didn't possess that.

Everyone has a story. I don't believer anyone can go through life without encountering at least one amazing thing.

I walk out of the room, lurching under the weight of the lesson I've learned less than one hour into wifehood: How quickly the sweetest love turns rancid when it isn't returned. When the one you love loves someone else.

the darkness is a cresting wave. It sweeps me up out of my body until I float among the stars, those tine bright pores on the sky's skin. If only I could pass through them, I would end up on the other side, the right side, shadowless, perfectly illuminated, beyond the worries of this mundane world

Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.