It is most often not our strengths, our courage or our successes that bring two human hearts together, but it is often our shared vulnerability, our fears and our common failures that make us one.

The devil told my mind that my thoughts held no power; and this seemed true until my thoughts I began to speak.

It amazes me, how many words there are spoken, how many thoughts...yet each speaks freshly to me each time as if they were never once spoken before.

I dropped my juggling balls and my face grew embarrassed. It wasn't until then that I looked around the circus of life and noted all were too consumed on their own juggling act to see. This is when I learned to have fun, and kick the balls instead.

What is it about a secret love that makes everything they do shine, everything they say sound like a sonnet and every expression they make perfect, when to everyone else you speak to they're quite ordinary. It's a cruel sort of thing.

I feel really good when I haven't felt good for a long time and then suddenly I feel okay again. Nothing feels better than this.

When I was young I would ask everybody what life was about. Now it's clear to me that the image of each existence shows its own answer to that question.