“I lay awake thinking about how none of it had to happen for me to get to this point; and how I’m glad I got there, anyway.”

She greets death with a curtsy.

You can hit me and push me but you can’t quite beat me.

It’s just me and my mangled limbs your touch soothing but unconvincing singsong whispers of lives unlived.

And if you only opened the window you’d see the morning light seep through.

Hearts retch on homestretch where will we go?

I don’t believe in love at first sight; only now I realize that you did.

As I feel your heart shatter like sand through my helpless fingers I envision ripples through the tar of your blood.

A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.

Where your pleasure is, there is your treasure: where your treasure, there your heart; where your heart, there your happiness.

Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.

You can be happy if you know this secret: Some things are within your power to control and some things are not.

When something feels real, you don’t make any apologies for it. When it feels good to you, nothing else matters. Everything else is just noise.

Life’s great happiness is to be convinced we are loved.

The man is happiest who lives from day to day and asks no more, garnering the simple goodness of life.

I’m not happy all the time, and I wouldn’t want to be because that would make me a shallow person. But I do try to find the good in everybody.