The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.

Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up.

Strangers are family you haven't recognize yet

I believe he died this way on purpose. I believe he wanted no chilling moments, no one to witness his last breath and be haunted by it, the way he had been haunted by his mother's death-notice telegram or by his father's corpse in the city morgue.

We don't see what we could be. We should be looking at our potential, stretching ourselves into everything we can become.

Knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.

She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this. And when hope is gone, time is punishment.