We spend our life building higher fences and stronger locks, when the gravest dangers are already inside
The only way to remove pain from death is to remove love from life.
Maybe, if we just accepted our deaths, we might finally start to live.
I am a believer in angels, though not the picture-book kind with wings and harps. Such angelic accoutrements seem as nonsensical to me as devils sporting horns and carrying pitchforks. To me, angel wings are merely symbolic of their role as divine messengers.
Things that seem bad at the time are really blessings.
It's our memories that make us who we are. Without them, we're nothing. If that means we have to hurt sometimes, it's worth it.