How do you tell an adult that maybe everything wrong in the world stems from the fact that she's stopped believing the impossible can happen?

Perhaps he d always known that the truth of a person lies in the heart.

What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

Did you ever wonder if the person in the picture is the same one you see when you look in the mirror?" - "That's the eternal question, isn't it? Are we born who we are, or do we make ourselves that way?

A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right, like when you pop a piece of fancy chocolate into your mouth expecting toffee filling and you get lemon zest instead.

Life sometimes gets so bogged down in the details, you forget you are living it. There is always another appointment to be met, another bill to pay, another symptom presenting, another uneventful day to be notched onto the wooden wall. We have synchronized our watches, studied our calendars, existed in minutes, and completely forgotten to step back and see what we've accomplished.

You can widen the feet of a compass, but they are still attached at the top; you can spin them away from each other, but you always wind up where you started.