“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.

I share all that I know with everyone. I am happy when others achieve.

I’m not basically a happy person, but I have all kinds of joy.

If it weren’t for misery some people would never be happy.

A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.

A happiness that is sought for ourselves alone can never be found: for a happiness that is diminished by being shared is not big enough to make us happy.

If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.

I have great respect for Jaypee Greens as a company that has produced a truly world class, 24-carat, championship golf course. I am happy to be associated with a company with such outstanding qualities.

We create our own unhappiness. The purpose of suffering is to help us understand we are the ones who cause it.