Life is not a sprint. It was never meant to be. It is just a step of faith after another.

Love 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.

Life is not yours to take.

In the beginning, I had considered these stops on my journey as interruptions - but I'm coming to understand that perhaps these detours are my journey.

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

sometimes it's the fight that makes a thing worth having

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