In the end, we decide if we're remembered for what happened to us or for what we did with it.

Death likes it when you play hard to get.

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

It's not a matter of whether or not someone's watching over you. It's just a question of their intentions.

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

Desperate is not a sexual preference.

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