Beaches, music, and car rides—they could all bring on a sudden bout of deep, dreamy thoughts.

I vow... "to not let the back & forth of forgiveness interrupt the steadiness of love.

You've got to say what you mean and mean what you say...Doubt in your voice is an open door people will shove right through.

She'd be one of those parents who left a kid behind at a rest stop, driving for miles before she noticed. We'd hear about her on the evening news.

This is not just a simple story of "money can't buy happiness." Or maybe that's just what it is. And if it is, why shouldn't it be? Because if this is something we are already supposed to know, then why don't we know it? Why do we chase and scrabble and fight for things to flaunt, why? Why do we reach for power over other people, and through the thin superiority of our possessions, believe we have it? Why do we let money make people bigger, and allow those without it to be made smaller? How did we lose the truth in the frantic, tribal drumbeat of more, more, more?

I'd always thought telling the truth to other people was hard, but maybe that was a snap compared to telling the truth to yourself. Sometimes we just refused to know what we knew.

Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.