It took me a lifetime to realizethings don't get lost if they don't have value- you don't miss what you don't care about.

But you could only remake your own future, not anyone else's, and for some people that just wasn't good enough.

How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss

you never forget your first fall.

The bottom line is that we never fall for the people we're supposed to.

A sacrament--like marriage--means living a life better than your natural instincts, so that you're modeling God. And God never gives up.