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

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?

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

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?

Fear is more pain than is the pain it fears

The progress of science is strewn, like an ancient desert trail, with the bleached skeleton of discarded theories which once seemed to possess eternal life.

Genius is individual, scenius is communal.

Those who die relearn or remember The secrets of life that they forgot at birth.

Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate to hearse when Lycid lies.

We did not choose to be the guardians of the gate, but there is no one else.

We live in a world where you're not being eaten by a lion when you fail, you just have to get another job.

The first time I lived in L.A. I was too young. I really wanted to be back home in Vancouver.

The Olympics is about showing what you've done with your life, your dream as an athlete and sharing that with the World.

You can’t change the mind with the mind alone, or we’d all be enlightened