It ain't the end of the world, you know. Just the end of what you knew.

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

Just remember, you never know what's possible until you risk finding out.

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

A friend is like a good bra: hard to find, comfortable, supportive, always lifts you up, makes you look better, never lets you down or leaves you hanging, and always close to your heart.

You don't ever really let go, though. You don't stop. You don't stop hurting, you don't stop loving. It doesn't go away, you just keep living and eventually things get pushed into the background of your life so it's not consuming you every day. It still hurts, you still miss that person. And then one day you know you're okay.

It ain't the end of the world, you know. Just the end of what you knew.