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

Life is what happens to us while we're planning something else.

It is often during the worst of times that we see the best of humanity–awakening within the most ordinary of us that which is most sublime. I do not believe that it is circumstance that produces such greatness any more than it is the canvas that makes the artist. Adversity merely presents the surface on which we render our souls’ most exacting likeness. It is in the darkest skies that stars are best seen.

The thing is, the only real sign of life is growth. And growth requires pain. So to choose life is to accept pain.

We are all in motion. Always. Those who are not climbing toward something are descending toward nothing.

It's almost as difficult to believe that someone with so many trials could harbor such hope, as that there are those with so much advantage who harbor such hopelessness.

There are none so impoverished as those who do not acknowledge the abundance of their lives