Now and at the Hour of Our Death

A broken heart is just the growing pains necessary so that you can love more completely when the real thing comes along.

A pure heart is superlatively rare and even more attractive.

It's a certain tragedy when agony and resentment are all you have left connecting you to someone you once loved.

If you spend enough time with someone who doubts you, you can't help but believe them.

You will never find the perfect person but you might be lucky enough to find someone who wants to be.

People aren't crazy, they’re just reacting normally to an abnormally crazy world.

If you live life so cautiously as to never fail, you end up failing at life itself.

Some people are like singularities. Get close enough and you will be uncontrollably consumed in an infinite attraction and will cease to exist apart from them.

That’s life. It’s a series of knock-down, drag-out fights with yourself and others that will leave you lying on the ground bruised and bloody and drooling all over your shag carpeting. But all that doesn’t define you, your reaction to it does. Your environment doesn’t make you who you are, your choices — your beliefs, do.

Change is inevitable. If you don’t seek it out, it will seek you out.