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.

In your hurry to keep Christmas, you have forgotten Christmas. The truest gift of Christmas is the gift of self.

It's a shame that humans don't come with reset buttons.

I've never understood why people said 'in your own words.' Who else's words would I use?

. . . Harboring an emotion as powerful as gratitude has power of its own.

Dwelling on him would make him a bigger part of my life than I want him to be.

The reason we start things is rarely the reason we continue them.