A family is a bunch of people who keep confusing you with someone you were as a kid.
Eventually, if you're lucky in life, you find someone with the same chemical imbalance you have.
It is not happiness until you capture it and store it out of the reach of time.
I’ve concluded, after many years, that my mind works by process of elimination. Problem is, it hasn’t eliminated anything yet.
Every day is conquerable by its hours, and every hour by its minutes.
It can be said of optimism that while sometimes mistaken, it is never sadly mistaken.