There are no random acts...We are all connected...You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.

Bad news has no limits. We often feel it should, like a rainstorm that can't possibly get any heavier. But a storm can always worsen, & the burdens of life can too.

Forgive yourself. Forgive others. Don't wait.

Much of what we called "depression" was really dissatisfaction, a result of setting a bar impossibly high or expecting treasures we weren't willing to work for.

The truth is, there is no line. There's only your life, how you mess it up, and who is there to save you. Or who isn't.

Everyone knows they re going to die,' he said again, 'but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently.

I would lying if I said I would laugh in the face of death.