What can I say? I've never met a cupcake I didn't want to get to know better.

All we can do is try, do our best. Give as much time as we have to give, one day at a time. One breath at a time

I can't promise you forever, because that's not long enough.

Hands are the medium of expression, as eyes are the windows to the soul.

The only way past the pain is through it. Pain, grief, anger, misery...they don't go away-they just increase and compound and get worse. You have to live through them, acknowledge them. You have to give your pain its due.

One breath at a time. One day at a time. Wake up, and be shredded. Cry for a while. Then stop crying and go about your day. You're not okay, but you're alive, and you will be okay, someday.

Compassion and pity are not the same: pity is looking down on someone, feeling sorry for them and offering nothing; compassion is seeing their pain and offering them understanding.