Motherhood didn't make you stronger; it made you vulnerable and afraid of what death could steal from you.

She now knew her death was inevitable, and with that acceptance came liberation. The courage of the condemned.

Death does not discriminate; whether saints or sinners, in the end, all are equal.

The dead do not hurt you; only the living do.

With every year that I grow older, I also draw closer to (my loved ones) to the day when we will once again be together. So I march through the deepening shadows, serene and unafraid, because I know that at the end of my journey they will be waiting for me.

If you want to remain at liberty, I suggest you not antagonize your defenders.

God, it's like reality's completely shifted on me. I used to think I was standing on such solid ground. If I wanted something badly enough, I just worked like hell for it. Now I can't decide what to do, which move to make. All the things I counted on aren't there for me anymore.