I think the secret to a hoppy life is a selective memory. Remember what you are most grateful for and quickly forget what your not.

The shackles of belief, when reinforced by fear, are difficult to break free from and rarely done.

I've yet to read a love story that compares with mine.

We all arrive on Earth with a round-trip ticket.

Suffering ceases to be suffering when we form a clear picture of it.

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

Sometimes we can only find ourselves by first losing ourselves.