You have to get through the rain if you're ever going to see a rainbow.

But I think sometimes a person has to be forced underwater to see if they're going to drown or swim.

The highway of life was littered with the roadkill of those who didn't know when to change lanes.

The answers we seek aren't always the answers we want, are they? But knowing the truth is what helps us sleep at night.

We live, we love. These are the choices we are given, to open doors or to close them. It is all we have, and it is enough

Death and loss, they plague you. So do memories. Like the Mississippi's incessant slap against the levees, they creep up with deceptive sweetness before grabbing your heart and pulling it under.

Miles and years become suddenly invisible when you find yourself back where you started from, as if you've learned nothing and you are once again the person you once were.