She had been so consumed with escaping her own misery, she hadn't considered the misery she might inflict.

No life is a waste. The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we're alone.

It is no coincidence that the words 'trying' and 'dying' are only a few letters apart.

Because one thing God gave us- and I'm afraid it's at times a little too much- is freewill. Freedom to choose. I believe he gave us everything needed to build a beautiful world, if we choose wisely.

Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge.

Death doesn't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.

the pain we suffer is a way to make us appreciate what comes next.