Here's what breaks us: Even though we know better, we still want everything to be all right.

I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.

It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.

This, I think, is how people survive: Even when horrible things have been done to us, we can still find gratitude in one another.

Getting what you want is just as difficult as not getting what you want. Because then you have to figure out what to do with it instead of figuring out what to do without it.

Sharing truth is not the kind of gift that comes in wrapping paper - ripped open once and, there, you're done. No, this is a gift that must be unfolded.

Little less than a promise, and a little more than a chance.