That's the thing about faith. It works.

Don't worry about what you're writing or whether it's good or even whether it makes sense.

How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?

And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It's the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy, all running sharply through me at once.

When you love someone, when you care for someone, you have to do it through the good and the bad. Not just when you're happy and it's easy.

It won't matter if nobody ever thinks I'm pretty (although sometimes I wish, just for a second, that somebody would)

Even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings with something small.