Tomorrow is an illusion suggesting that another chance always exists. It is a dangerously false illusion.

You can’t argue with insanity. You can stare at it, gaping and incredulous, but arguing with it is futile.

No one is without troubles, without personal hardships and genuine challenges. That fact may not be obvious because most people don’t advertise their woes and heartaches. But nobody, not even the purest heart, escapes life without suffering battle scars.

Determined, I riseand face the dawn with resolve.This time I will win.

Fear is the devil’s most powerful tool because he can’t always convince a good man to do wrong, but he can paralyze his will with fright, keeping a good man from doing what is right. It eventually results in the same end.

Writers possess magic. It’s in their words. They compose phrases as powerful as incantations, creating illusions in the minds of readers. These spells make eyes envision things that aren’t real; they make hearts feel things that aren’t actual. A writer’s work is to pen enchantments meant to entrance and hypnotize the mind, causing neglect of...

It’s impossible to be involved in all situations, but there’s no excuse not to be involved in something, somewhere, somehow, with someone. Make an ounce of difference.

You may not know my reasons, but you can assume I have them and be kind.

To the romantic soul, the rituals of Valentine’s Day echo every day of the year.

Happily-ever-afters don’t come in happily-every-days. They are found at the end of challenges-ever-met, promises-ever-kept, and tears-ever-wept.

What I learn today I shall know forever. Whether or not I remember that I know it is a different story.

Nothing in this world compares to the comfort and security of having someone just hold your hand.

Thoughts, quotes, and philosophies—good or bad—cause us to evaluate ourselves. And that is good.

Abandoned.The word alone sends shudders down a sensitive spine, troubling the thoughts of pained souls as their hurt swells in ripples. It is a sentence of undesired solitude often pronounced on the innocent, the trusting—administered without warning or satisfactory cause. One day the moon is yours, or so you believe. The next, his countenance transforms...

One grateful thought is a ray of sunshine. A hundred such thoughts paint a sunrise. A thousand will rival the glaring sky at noonday – for gratitude is light against the darkness.

Be nice. Be good. Be happy. If people everywhere were to keep to this simple creed, there’d be few problems left in the world to fret about.

The most difficult challenge an honest man will ever face is having to choose between duty and love.One creates a man of honorable character―a life worth dying for.The other creates a vulnerable soul that madly yearns for either death or immortality.

Closing your eyes won’t make the awfulness go away. It may be that nothing will. But dwelling on it, dreading the evil, playing out the misery in your head – doesn’t this feed the monster? You can’t close your eyes to life, but you can choose where your gaze lingers.

I don’t understand why when I wish for happiness it inevitably rains. However, I do tend to find myself grateful for sunlight once the storm ceases.

I’ve figured out why they call it a trial. Because you try all you can to pull through it. 

Obsessing over something that has jarred your world is called coping.

Learn to look up now and then, just in case a piano is falling from overhead.

Be warned: A person content to sit with you and criticize others will speak critically of you out of earshot.

Most people don’t accept that they are an influence either improving or damaging others.

You were formed inside a borrowed womb—a nourishing safe haven for months—then delivered through painful effort and sacrifice by a woman willing to give you the precious gift of life. That truth alone deserves your gratitude and respect.

Monsters excite us in this way or that.They make our pulse thrum and steal lives from the cat!They’re frightening creatures, one peek and you’ll see.Yet life without monsters, how dull it would be.Your tense, nervous laugh tells me you disagree?

Happiness must be a jealous pet. When you try seeking yours out, it tends to keep hidden. But as soon as you turn to help a friend find his, your own happiness comes bounding out of the darkness like some crazed animal.

The things that inspire your life should consume your life.

My goals may seem impossibly far-fetched when really they’re not. Break them down into steps and see how I accomplish great things. I can easily reach from A to B. I can manage from B to C. I can then make it from C to D. And so eventually, I will find my way from...

Always be good, but be wickedly beautiful.

How crazy it would be if the moon did spin and the earth stood still and the sun went dim!How absolutely ludicrous if snakes could walk and kids could fly and mimes did talk!How silly it would be if the nights were tan and the mornings green and the sun cyan!How totally ridiculous if horses...

Having this, we want that.Owning some, we want more.Standing here, we wish to be there.If it’s impossible, we struggle to make it happen.Why are we like this? Why not be content with some, here, and now? Why is enough not enough? Because humans are ambitious creatures not meant to be idle or fruitless. We strive...

Magic Words””Silly words cause trills because they’re ludicrous and funny.Happy words paint endless smilesand swallow troubles whole.Thoughtful words are thusbecause they make the day feel sunny.But hurtful words are suchthat pierce the heart and weigh the soul.

Artistry exists in everyone. What makes it blossom is a soul’s personal desire to find an outlet for expression.

If your best friend truly is the person who knows you completely and loves you anyway, wouldn’t that be your mother?

In an unfathomable expanse of universe supporting galaxies of star systems with orbiting planets innumerable, I am nothing. And yet to the few bodies encircling my tiny little spot in the world, I am essential.

The key to success is having no qualms about failure.

A single act of kindness is like a drop of oil on a patch of dry skin—seeping, spreading, and affecting more than the original need.

Kind words and tender affections will not save me from this lake of woe and misery, but they may be enough of a buoy to prevent my drowning.

What is this thing of intangible substance that wreaks consequential havoc on our lives? What is this sensitive thread that runs through heart and mind, and when given the slightest tremor grasps hold of all sanity, dragging the afflicted down to insufferable depths or flinging him weightless to euphoric heights? What is this magic we...

Rare and precious moments, how I long to live with you eternally! If only your sweetness never ceased to touch my lips, and the flutters you evoke nevermore faded away. I dream of your arm extended immeasurably to keep hold of my reaching hand. But Father Time, being a cruel master, will not grant such...

Let them hear your voice so rarely that a simply-uttered word creates a hush of expectancy in the room.

Perhaps, if you weren’t so busy regarding my shortcomings, you’d find that I do possess redeeming qualities, discreet as they may be. I notice when the sky is blue. I smile down at children. I laugh at any innocent attempt at humor. I quietly carry the burdens of others as though they were my own....

Sail through the good days, and on bad days pick a spot of blue sky to steer toward.

Haunt an old house.Ask for a treat.Laugh like a witch.Lick something sweet.Offer a trick.Wander a maze.Echo a boo.Exclaim the phrase—Normal’s unnatural on Halloween!

Even if the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, keep to your own side; it’s where you belong. There you can plant your own grass and tend to it.

It’s a waste of time worrying about something that worry won’t fix; it’s about as useful as trying to feed your pet rock.

That’s me—a storm cloud.

Every once in a while God allows you to stub your toe as a kind reminder to be grateful for the miraculous body attached to it.

What a grim feeling it is to come across a written line so exceptionally inspiring that your first reaction is, ‘Criminy, why didn’t I ever think to write that!’