But sometimes we can lose ourselves. Out of fear or sadness or guilt, we become less than we should be. It can be hard to find the courage to move on.

But there's another kind of love. One that gives you the courage to be better than you are, not less than you are. One that makes you feel that anything is possible.


I've been thinking of you constantly since i left, wondering why the journey i'm on seemed to have led through you. I know my journey''s not over yet, and that life is a winding path, but i can only hope it somehow circles back to the place i belong. That's how i think of it now. I belong with you.

Before we met, i was as lost as a person could be and yet you saw something in me that somehow gave me direction again


The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it’s over.

"It hurts to look at the clouds, but it also helps, like most things that cause pain.”


"Life is hard, and children have to be told how hard life can be…So they will be sympathetic to others. So they will understand that some people have it harder than they do and that a trip through this world can be a wildly different experience, depending on what chemicals are raging through one’s mind.”


“If clouds are blocking the sun, there will always be a silver lining that reminds me to keep on trying.”


“I am practicing being kind over being right.”

“Life is random and fucked-up and arbitrary, until you find someone who can make sense of it all for you— if only temporarily.”

"At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.”


“He was gone, and I did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth."

"the not-knowing would not keep me from caring, and I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.”


“For she had embodied the Great Perhaps--she had proved to me that it was worth it to leave behind my minor life for grander maybes, and now she was gone and with her my faith in perhaps.”

It's the possibility that keeps me going, not the guarantee.


I was an encyclopedia, an object without feelings, of the whos, whats and wheres in her life, when in reality it is the whys, the things i did not know and could not answer, that make it all worthwhile.