Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you'd left off, whether it be a week since you'd seen each other or two years.

Push yourself. Don't Settle. Just live well. Just LIVE.

I told him I loved him,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And he just said it wasn’t enough.” Her eyes were wide and bleak . “How am I supposed to live with that?

There is a hunger in you. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.

I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.

All that counts is the truth. Without it you're basically just juggling people's daft ideas.

Sometimes, Clark, you are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning.