They're fake bullets, so why do I feel like Im bleeding out?

Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow- beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.

The more you get past pain, the more it goes from coal to diamond.

And the very act of living is a tide; at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded

Be kind to others before you take care of yourself; make whoever you're with feel like they matter.

Life, it turns out, goes on. There is no cosmic rule that grants you immunity from the details just because you have come face-to-face with a catastrophe. The garbage can still overflow, the bills arrive in the mail, telemarketers, interrupt dinner.

In the space between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; its the legroom for the lies you'll tell yourself in the future.