So often the end of a love affair is death by a thousand cuts, so often its survival is life by a thousand stitches.

Sometimes to do the right thing, we must keep a promise we never made.

In the end, who among us does not choose to be a little less right to be a little less lonely.

It's like this. Father Time keeps pitching the years at us. We swing and miss at a few. We hit a few out of the park. We try not to take any called strikes.

Each day, awakening, are we asked to paint the sky blue? Need we coax the sun to rise or flowers to bloom? Need we teach birds to sing, or children to laugh, or lovers to kiss? No, though we think the world imperfect, it surrounds us each day with its perfections. We are asked only to appreciate them, and to show appreciation by living in peaceful harmony amidst them. The Creator does not ask that we create a perfect world; He asks that we celebrate it.

Eventually you realize that not all opposing viewpoints come from people who oppose you.

Never mind searching for who you are. Search for the person you aspire to be.