“I heard someone say somewhere that it’s possible to write the sickness out of yourself. And who knows, maybe someone will benefit.”

I am the way the way the truth and the life, no one comes to the father but through me.

You’re only one workout away from a good mood.

Love not sleep, lest thou come to poverty; open thine eyes, and thou shalt be satisfied with bread.

Don’t do your best, do whatever it takes.

I hope there are days when you fall in love with being alive.

It is during the worst times of your life that you will get to see the true colors of the people who say they care for you.

As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.

How can I know what I’ll do, until I’ve done it? How can I say?

Seeing someone reading a book you love is seeing a book recommending a person.

Do this work until you feel the delight of it.

Every time you lose your cool, you give that other person your power.

It’s not about how many hats you wear, it’s all about the shoes.

It’s hard to answer the question what’s wrong? When nothing is right.

I’m too busy working on my own grass to notice if yours is greener.

If Holy Thursday, moreover, is what transforms Good Friday from an execution to a sacrifice, then Easter Sunday is what transforms the sacrifice into a sacrament.

A merry heart does good like a medicine; but a broken spirit dries the bones.

Somehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.

I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.

But when I look at you, I just know instinctively, that despite the odds against you and although life will always find a way to test you, someday you’ll have everything you want. Your ending will be a happy one.

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 know you are scared. Who could blame you? Love is a hurricane wrapped inside a chrysalis. And you are a girl walking into the storm.

You know, I hear all these things about women’s rights.

The visible and near-ultraviolet emission spectrum of the CH radical has been known ever since spectra of an ordinary Bunsen burner have been taken.

And to the extent that we do not violate any known laws of the universe, we can probably make it work the way that we want to.