I have learned that real angels don't have gossamer white robes and Cherubic skin, they have calloused hands and smell of the days' sweat.

I believe that we were meant to live as social creatures, to reach out and bless each other's lives.

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

But more than brave, you have love. And love is brave.

Feelings can be like wild animals-we underrate how fierce they are until we've opened their cage

The assumption of time is one of humanity's greatest follies. We tell ourselves that there's always tomorrow, when we can no more predict tomorrow than we can the weather. Procrastination is the thief of dreams.

We plan our lives in long, unbroken stretches that intersect our dreams the way highways connect the city dots on a road map. But in the end we learn that life is lived in the side roads, alleys, and detours.