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

That's what courage is you know: being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway.

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

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

You need to let yourself feel. Feel it, own it. Then move on

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.