All conflict can be traced back to someone's feelings getting hurt, don't you think?

Falling in love was easy.anyone could fall. It was holding on that was tricky

Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.

You’ve been here before. It won’t kill you. It feels like you can’t breathe, but you actually are breathing. It feels like you’ll never stop crying, but you actually will.

But maybe every life looked wonderful if all you saw was the photo albums.

None of us ever know all the possible courses our lives could have and maybe should have taken. It's probably just as well. Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever. Just ask Pandora.

All these years there had been a Tupperware container of bad language in her head, and now she opened it and all those crisp, crunchy words were fresh and lovely, ready to be used.

Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever.

Just because a marriage ended didn't mean that it hadn't been happy at times.

Perhaps nothing was ever “meant to be.” There was just life, and right now, and doing your best. Being a bit “bendy.

Happy endings always made her cry. It was the relief.

I love foolish people because I am not enough of a fool to not love them.

Why are you being so mean?”“Friends tell friends the truth.”“Yeah, but not to hurt. To help.

I can make all the throws. My mental side is a strength as far as understanding defense schemes and our playbook. I'm able to change plays when needed. I think that sets me apart.

It's amazing how much you can learn if your intentions are truly earnest.

I like the relative literacy of at least some of England. I mean, I didn't come for the food or the weather!

Good & quickly seldome meete.

God wants us to pray, and he wants to hear our prayers-not because we are worthy, but because he is merciful.

On the trail of another man, the biographer must put up with finding himself at every turn; any biography uneasily shelters an autobiography within it.

I used to work very long hours. Then I started to realize that the stuff that I was writing in the late afternoons, I was generally throwing out. So I quit earlier than I used to.

Mindfulness is a pause - the space between stimulus and response: that's where choice lies.