It is strange to think that we might have crossed paths, and still not have known what we were missing.

I was starting to see that what looks like garbage from one angle might be art from another. Maybe it did take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you understood what you wanted out of it.

I don't know whether you can look at your past and find, woven like the hidden symbols on a treasure map, the path that will point to your final destination.

Just so you know: if this ever happens to you, you will not be ready.

True love can break the most powerful curse

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

It's never the differences between people that suprise us. It's the things that, against all odds, we have in common.