Nothing like a lot of exercise to make you realize you'd rather be lazy and dead sooner.

Death likes it when you play hard to get.

Ah, sweet alcohol. Like a true friend, you replace the anger with better, louder anger.

Slow and steady wins the race, then wastes no time grinding salt-caked glass in your open wounds.

Why do we have to wait for special moments to say nice things or tell people we care about them?

Being prepared for loss is never the same as being ready for it.

The shortest verse in the Bible is 'Jesus wept.' The only thing wrong with it is the past tense.