“I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle the nights i can’t remember the mornings I slept thru all the time spent running from myself.”

You have to start over. That’s what they say. But life is not a board game, and losing a loved one is never really “starting over.” More like “continuing without.

People are only mean when they are threatened.

There is no such thing as ‘too late’ in life.

We are too involved in materialistic things, and they don’t satisfy us. The loving relationships we have, the universe around us, we take these things for granted.

Anger is a poison. It eats us inside. We think when we hate someone we hurt them, but hatred is a curved blade, and the harm we do to others we also do to ourselves.

What you have done to this point cannot be undone. What you do next. It is still unwritten.

The universe is too grand and harmonious to believe it’s all an accident.

Fear is how you lose your life…a little bit at a time…What we give to fear, we take away from…faith.

Love wins, love always wins.

Knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.

You know what really offers you satisfaction? Offering others what you have to give.

Have you found someone to share your heart with? Are you giving to your community? Are you at peace with yourself? Are you trying to be as human as you can be?

Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do. Accept the past as past, without denying it or discarding it. Learn to forgive yourself and to forgive others. Don’t assume that it’s too late to get involved.

Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.

Holding on to things only breaks your heart.

In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it.

My rule is to break one sweat a day.

I used to soak my mitts in a bucket of water for about two days. Then I’d put a couple of baseballs in the pocket and wrap it up with a rubber band.

Some days I feel like my soul is being pulled in one direction and my heart in another.

The words I heard from you today, are said when there’s nothing left to say. What I would give to make you stay, I would give it all away.

The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.

We number our days and divide our seasons. We endlessly define what it is to be in love. When in truth, spring blurs into summer and always has, long before that line was ever drawn.

There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.

I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.