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

You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

There is a big confusion in this country over what we want verses what we need you need food. You want a chocolate sundae.

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 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.

i want to tell you that miss you but the day you turned your back on me was the day vowed to myself you are never allowed the privilege to the depths of my heart again

Memories frozen and denied Flowers of my heart withered and dried.

Softhearted child, there has always been a warrior inside of you. And the only way it could have been awoken was through difficult trials and momentary pain.

There Are But Two Tragedies in Life-One is One’s Inability to attain One’s Heart’s Desire-The Other Is To Have It!

And what a rare and magical thing it is to feel as though your heart has finally found a soft place to land.

I have found that pain has a habit of planting roots in beautiful hearts.

I will not beg you to keep me- I can house my own heart.

Don’t force yourself into crevices that are much too small For your big, wild heart.