A person's birthday should be a special day, a wonderful day, a day of pure celebration for the luck of being born!

But really, there are no coincidences. Coincidences are just other people's choices, plans you don't know about.

That was the very heart of friendship...your willingness to help each other in a jam, to take a friend's problems as your very own.

A great friendship was like a great work of art, he thought. It took time and attention, and a spark of something that was impossible to describe. It was a happy, lucky accident, finding some kindred part of yourself in a total stranger." pg. 287

My dad always says, some people will treat you badly and you can't help that. But how you handle it and how it makes you feel, that's up to you.

There is a difference between giving into something and accepting it.

My mom says that when it rains you never feel like you should be anywhere but home.