We feel understood by people who like us; misunderstood by people who don't -- and those feelings are probably realistic.

There is no place love is not.

Before, I thought I was actually fighting for my own self-worth; that is why I so desperately wanted people to like me. I thought their liking me was a comment on me, but it was a comment on them.

Happiness is gentleness, peace, concentration, simplicity, forgiveness, humor, fearlessness, trust, and now.

It's not that "today is the first day of the rest of my life," but that now is all there is of my life.

Today I don't want to live for, I want to live.

Don't strive for love, be it.