Life always kills you in the end, but first it prevents you from getting what you want.
We are changed souls; we don't look at things the same way anymore. For there was a time when we expected the worst. But then the worst happened, did it not? And so we will never be surprised again.
I think there is a Paris inside us all.
What is human behavior, except trying to prove that we're not animals?
I don't deserve a soul, yet I still have one. I know because it hurts.
My secret is that I need Godโthat I am sick and can no longer make it alone. I need God to help me give, because I no longer seem to be capable of giving; to help me be kind, as I no longer seem capable of kindness; to help me love, as I seem beyond being able to love.