The more someone assures you that everything is okay, the more you can be assured that it's not.

Rarely do we invest the time to open the book of another's life. When we do, we are usually surprised to find its cover so misleading and its reviews so flawed.

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

There are moments, it would seem, that were created in cosmic theater where we are given strange and fantastic tests. In these times, we do not show who we are to God, for surely He must already know, but rather to ourselves.

There are two kinds of suffering in this life. That which pursues us and that which we doggedly pursue.

If you passed me walking home from school, you probably wouldn't even notice me. That's because I'm just a kid like you. I go to school like you. I get bullied like you. Unlike you, I live in Idaho. Don't ask me what state Idaho is in––news flash––Idaho IS a state. ~Michael Vey

Things that seem bad at the time are really blessings.