To choose the path is to choose the destination, but sometimes it seems that the path is under our feet even before we know we're walking.

I've come to know that what we want in life is the greatest indication of who we really are (p. 331).

Sometimes its not the strength but gentleness that cracks the hardest shells.

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.

Life is not yours to take.

It is better to be loved by one person who knows your soul than millions who don't even know your phone number.

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.