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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.