It seems to me that no matter what religion you subscribe to, acts of kindness are the stepping-stones to making the world a better place--because we become better people in it.

When you care more if someone else lives than you do about yourself- is that what [love is]?

...because he believed that if you wanted to get rid of a hole, you filled it. He had not realized at the time that there were all sorts of filler that took up space, but had no substance. That made you feel just as empty.

It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.

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.

The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.

When someone loves you up one side and down the other like that, you make every effort to stick around.