We have been naive enough to believe that we were invincible; that we could run blind through the hairpin turns of life at treacherous speeds and never crash.

After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.

You don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?

Because hate's just the flip side of love. Like heads and tails on a dime. If you don't know what it feels like to love someone, how would you know what hate is? One can't exist without the other.

I don't believe in writer's block. Think about it - when you were blocked in college and had to write a paper, didn't it always manage to fix itself the night before the paper was due? Writer's block is having too much time on your hands.

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

That's the strange thing about being a mother: until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one