Can you ever forgive me? I already have. How could you? I don't deserve it. That's what makes it love.

I don't think it is as much a human foible as it is a human curse that we cannot understand the beauty of a thing until it is gone.

Like all living things, love, too, struggles against hardship, and in the process sheds its fatuous skin to expose one composed of more than just a storm of emotion-one of loyalty and divine friendship. And though it may be temporarily blinded by adversity, it never gives in or up, holding tight to lofty ideals that transcend this earth and time- while its counterfeit simply concludes it was mistaken and quickly runs off to find the next real thing.

Those with the softest hearts build the hardest shells.

If God came to save the world, why are so many of His professed followers intent on damning it?

Leah taught me that the greatest secret of life is that we find exactly what we're looking for. In spite of what happens to us, ultimately we decide whether our lives are good or bad, ugly or beautiful.

People can become so blinded by their own perceived victimhood that they make victims of everyone around them.