I personally subscribe to the belief that normal is just a setting on the dryer.

Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't stand the thought of them changing? Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't see clearly?

Who I am, and what I am capable of doing has always managed to surprise me.

What makes you walk past thirty-thousand people without a second glance, and then you look at the thirty-thousandth-and-first person and know you'll never take your eyes off her again?

What if instead of focusing on what you don't have, you concentrate on what you've got?

In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.

remember that every fire will burn itself out, even without your help.