“We may writhe in agony from painOr laugh out loud when we find happinessAs long as we're alive tomorrow will comewe become stronger and keep on livingWe were born to live”

“Could we possibly be from the place we want to be? Were we from the place we died rather than the place we were born? Are our aspirations our home? Maybe we are from that place to which we're bound, and that's why desire hurts so much, this longing to find a place to rest, to get home. We're not from the past, but the future.”

“Maybe the potential for agony and loss is what makes love itself that much stronger, knowing that it all can be gone in an instant, so you live life like there may not be a tomorrow.”

“When we're done with it, we may find—if it's a good novel—that we're a bit different from what we were before we read it, that we have been changed a little, as if by having meet a new face, crossed a street we've never crossed before.”

“Sometimes living can be hard, but it's only because we're alive that we can make each other laugh,cry...be happy! In this world, if that's not a reason for being born in this world...I don't know what is!”

“We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be.”