Your grandmother used to say that you were two souls separated in heaven. She mainly meant you were both trouble and deserved each other.

We're all lost. The best chance we got is to wander this life with the people who matter.

Truth, honesty, perseverance, strength, love of all kinds and forgiveness are all beautiful, Tack. The most beautiful stories ever told are the most difficult to take.

Hate is not a feeling toward another, but a feeling of defeat by another.

You got one life, never use it just to breathe.

It's never too late to reach for happiness and no matter what life has done to you, it's never too late to find it.

Wherever you are, however you got there, if it's good, you're meant to be there either because you earned it or life led you there and you were smart enough to hold on.