The past is history. The future is a mystery. The present is a gift.

Love accepts. Forgiveness comes in time.

you cannot hope for change in others, you can only work toward it in yourself. And that's hard work.

It must be the ultimate punishment, don't you think, to finally gain wisdom, only to realize that the consequences of your actions are irrevocable?

I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept my skin seeking his skin over and over again in the sad dance we did.

Isn't it funny how the people least impacted by tragedy are the most eager to move on?

Many people believe that evil is the presence of something. I think it's the absence of something.