All we can do is try, do our best. Give as much time as we have to give, one day at a time. One breath at a time

Hands are the medium of expression, as eyes are the windows to the soul.

That's what courage is you know: being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway.

I can't promise you forever, because that's not long enough.

Just remember, you never know what's possible until you risk finding out.

You don't ever really let go, though. You don't stop. You don't stop hurting, you don't stop loving. It doesn't go away, you just keep living and eventually things get pushed into the background of your life so it's not consuming you every day. It still hurts, you still miss that person. And then one day you know you're okay.

What can I say? I've never met a cupcake I didn't want to get to know better.

One breath at a time. One day at a time. Wake up, and be shredded. Cry for a while. Then stop crying and go about your day. You're not okay, but you're alive, and you will be okay, someday.

The only way past the pain is through it. Pain, grief, anger, misery...they don't go away-they just increase and compound and get worse. You have to live through them, acknowledge them. You have to give your pain its due.

It ain't the end of the world, you know. Just the end of what you knew.