Like all living things, love, too, struggles against hardship, and in the process sheds its fatuous skin to expose one composed of more than just a storm of emotion-one of loyalty and divine friendship. And though it may be temporarily blinded by adversity, it never gives in or up, holding tight to lofty ideals that transcend this earth and time- while its counterfeit simply concludes it was mistaken and quickly runs off to find the next real thing.

I believe that love is the choice we make to raise ourselves and others to the highest planes of existence.

So often the pain of our life is no more than a reminder to take our hand off the stove.

So much of young adult literature has turned dark, almost pathological. It's almost as if there is a race to see who can be the most dysfunctional.

Things that seem bad at the time are really blessings.

...even the most horribl e of nightmares is laced with the promise of dawn.

I believe that we were meant to live as social creatures, to reach out and bless each other's lives.