No one ever has or ever will travel quite the same path on earth.
Every end is the beginning of something else.
Years bleach away the sense of things until all that's left is a bone-white past, stripped of feeling and significance.
You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.
We live with the decisions we makeThat’s what bravery is. Standing by the consequences of your mistakes.
Scars are just another kind of memory.