I don't think it is as much a human foible as it is a human curse that we cannot understand the beauty of a thing until it is gone.

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.

That which we expect of life is indeed all that it ever can be.

The strength of a friendship can be measured by the weight of the burden it's willing to share. (If you want to test this just ask someone to help you move.)

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.

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

Chocolate is God's apology for brocolli