She had walked to the brink, abandoning all belief, and just before the bitter end, she was pulled from the abyss by faith.

She felt the depth of her losses before they were realized, and she wondered, Is there still hope? Did she even dare hold on to such a tenuous thing as hope?

They looked to each other for support, for strength, and at times, motivation, to remember why and for whom they lived.

She took comfort in the familiarity of his smell, knowing that if she lost all her possessions and her home, at least she would have her family.

The boy’s skeletal frame was now all that remained of him, and through his flesh could be seen the steady beat of his indomitable heart.

Her sadness was like a deep well just beneath the surface of her determination.

She considered what had made Denmark home to her anyway. Was it the sense of familiarity? That wherever she went there were echoes of a hundred memories she could pluck from her thoughts?

Make your lives a masterpiece, you only get one canvas.

The only 'elephant' left in the room is love.

Be yourself and you’ll discover a world of surprises, mysteries and strengths.

Psychopaths know the technical difference between right and wrong - which is one of the reasons their insanity pleas in criminal cases so rarely succeed they just fail to act on that knowledge.

I don't know who decided that skinny was more appealing than not skinny. It seems arbitrary.

It is, I think, harder for women. I haven't quite figured it out, and all of my women friends haven't figured it out -how the hell do you do this? How do you work and have families?

I can't imagine anybody who ends up being an artist who didn't pass through a time of geekiness.

I don’t believe in magic. I believe in hard work.

You do what you do best, try to stop guys like me

Present opportunities are neglected, and attainable good is slighted, by minds busied in extensive ranges and intent upon future advantages.