Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.

I will be as harsh as
truth and as
uncompromising as
justice. On this
subject, I do not wish
to think or speak or
write with moderation.
I will not equivocate—I
will not excuse—I will
not retreat a single
inch—and I will be
heard.

Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy. That is not our business and, in fact, it is nobody’s business. What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy if anything can.

The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - that you’d thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you’ve never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it’s as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.

I can’t go there, there’s just too much us.

How sad it is that we give up on people who are just like us.

Letting go isn’t a one time thing, its something you do everyday, over and over again.

We’re friends, real friends. And that means, no matter how long it takes, when you finally do decide to look back, I’ll still be here.

Sometimes the worst thing that happens to you, the thing you think you can’t survive…it’s the thing that makes you better than you used to be.

Do not wish to be anything but what you are, and try to be that perfectly.