No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily.

Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.

You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.

Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.

A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.

I am catastrophically in love with you.

You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.

One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking.

And the answer is yes. I have loved you. I always have, and I always will.

If I held a revolver to your head, James, and pulled the trigger, would it really matter if I did not know that there were not bullets in the chambers?

There is more to living than not dying, " he said. "Look at the way you live, Will. You burn as bright as a star.

A very smart woman once told me that anger can feel like a life buoy, like it's the only thing keeping you afloat, but that in order to heal you have to let go.

Losing someone is like when the sun comes through a window, moving across the room with each hour, until night falls and all you can do is try to remember the soothing shapes it made.

I disagree with the advice of 'write about what you know.' Write about what you need to know, in an effort to understand.

The Government's business is in sound condition.

Busy not yourself in looking forward to the events of to-morrow; but whatever may be those of the days Providence may yet assign you neglect not to turn them to advantage.

Unconverted men walk over the pit of hell on a rotten covering.

Men who only live to eat.

The external forces conceal from the eyes the deep meaning of existence; True faith resides in the heart.

Beyond our grasp, He chose to come within our grasp. Existing before time began, He began to exist at a moment in time.

Not explicitly, no. Compared to this enormous, relentless evolutionary activity in the built environment, writing is small potatoes.