That's the thing about marriage. It's a shell game we play with ourselves. We're the suckers and we have to lose, but we play anyway because we lie to ourselves that we can win.

You can't show love to someone at the expense of someone else who loves you.

That's the thing with suicide pacts. Sometimes they only really work if they catch you by surprise.

Death likes it when you play hard to get.

Sometimes the measure of friendship isn't your ability to not harm but your capacity to forgive the things done to you and ask forgiveness for your own mistakes.

Sometimes old things need to go away. That way, we have room for the new things that come into our lives.

We all have a few failures under our belt. It's what makes us ready for the successes.