“Courage is confused with picking up arms and cowardness is confused with laying them down.”

When you’re rotten about yourself, you become rotten to everyone else, even those you love.

Death is the end of a lifetime, not the end of a relationship.

Ends are for yesterday, not tomorrows.

Because one thing God gave us- and I’m afraid it’s at times a little too much- is freewill. Freedom to choose. I believe he gave us everything needed to build a beautiful world, if we choose wisely.

She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.

Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.

No life is a waste. The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we’re alone.

Each affects the other, and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.

I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on the good things still in my life. I don’t allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each every morning, a few tears, and that’s all.

Once heaven is done with grandma, we’d like her back, thanks.

But fates are connected in ways we don’t understand.

When someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

When you come to the end, that’s where God begins.

Heaven is always and forever around us and no soul remembered is ever really gone.

It is far more comforting to think God listened and said no, than to think that nobody’s out there.

Heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners.

Lies are often truth-shaped. They’re only containers you must turn inside out and shake till the truth tumbles out, wide eyed and confused, blinking in a light it never thought it would see.

You can mix two styles and get fusion; any more and you just get confusion.

I broke down all conclusions into illusions and confusions.

The heresies we should fear are those which can be confused with orthodoxy.

One concept corrupts and confuses the others. I am not speaking of the Evil whose limited sphere is ethics; I am speaking of the infinite.

The mind is intrinsically tranquil. Out of this tranquility, anxiety and confusion are born. If one sees and knows this confusion, then the mind is tranquil once more.

The forest is peaceful, why aren’t you? You hold on to things causing your confusion. Let nature teach you.

We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness. We are monkeys with money and guns.