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

It’s too bad we’re not all teddy bears. More stuffing would only make us cuter and cuddlier.

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

Poetry is the wailing of a broken heart―the etched sorrows of despairing souls. These artful words are an exclamation in rare colors expressed noiselessly on parchment. Poetry is the unheard cry of a budding flower,...

A finger beckons.My choice is to turn away.It is a mistake.

The irony of life: Realizing a lifetime is barely long enough to figure out how it should have been lived.

Trying to fix the shortcoming of others while ignoring your own flaws results in little if no improvement―not to mention bitter feelings. Concentrating on personal growth sets a good example and results in the improvement...

Gratitude is medicine for a heart devastated by tragedy. If you can only be thankful for the blue sky, then do so.

Laughing in the face of danger doesn’t negate the fear, it simply enables you to smile at it.

To laugh continually is to never laugh at all. For it takes the periodic sound of sorrow from which to distinguish the sound of joy.

The moment a person feels he has nothing left to learn is the moment life prepares to hit him hard enough to correct such ignorance.

Some decisions in life naturally lead to an unhappy ending, leaving you sinking by degrees in a lake of quicksand. And, unless someone reaches to pull you out, chances are you will drown in the...

I had the most beautiful dream, and then I fell asleep in your arms and my dream turned lovelier still.

Sit with me, and I’ll not be alone.Hold my hand, and I’ll not feel alone.Cry with me, and I’ll no longer suffer alone.

To a man, sex is the ultimate expression of love. It is pure pleasure. But to a woman there exists something greater than pleasure―gestures of adoration. A gentle caress on the cheek, an attentive smile,...

I believe in love―a kind, selfless, unending devotion. I believe it is rare.

Oh, Man in the Moon””Oh, man in the moon, send an evening star to wink at my dreary eyes, and I shall make a wish for a peaceful world that spins with no more lies....

Just like salt makes sweet taste sweeter, trials make happy feel happier.

Yes, he knew he was falling in love, her way. And the worst part was, as disabling as he found the emotion to be he craved it all the more. To feel this way about...

The description of Huck’s father grabbed my full attention, and I glanced up at the book in my teacher’s hand as if to double check. My eyes bulged reflexively. Huck’s father was an abusive drunk...

Minutes turn into hours that add up to days amounting to weeks that become months melting into yearsaccumulating for decadesto pile up for centuriesand ultimately form minutes again―just on a grander, divine scale.

If one is content to freely speak trash about another, it is probably more correct to judge them as the one of ill repute and refuse the load of garbage they offer you.

Choose altruism, because selfishism is a lonely, cold, dark hole.

Perfection is a paradigm meant to keep us striving and learning and growing. Like a wondrous sunset, perfection may be beyond our reach, but it is within our view and well worth seeking after.

Mothers observe all, absorb all, give all, forgive all, offer all, suffer all, feel all, heal all, hope for all, pray for all.But most of all,Mothers love always.

Answer me, you good-for-nuthin’ wench!” The pain bit instantly as his hand connected with my cheek. I shook my head in answer to his crazy questions, feeling a rise of warm tears.

I love the magic of a hot bath; how time pauses and every grievance melts away.

Some books mirror reality while others are entirely fantasy. My favorite are those that manage to weave a world with both.

It’s not my job to make you happy. It’s your job to learn that only those who quit selfishly seeking their own happiness find it.

Just pick a goal and stick to it―no big complicated secret.

Raging fires grow from the tiniest spark; it is the same principle at work in life. As long as there’s a spark, tend to your fire. Never give up. 

Life is a book that someone else is reading—and you, a key character—hencethe need for continual conflict and resolution. We can’t have any boring books.

Truly there are different kinds of pain. But the most agonizing is the pain of regret, for which there is no lasting relief and no remedy.

Life is not what happens to us; it is what we perceive has happened to us.

I bleed words.I dream in narrative. I live in infinite worlds.I befriend figmental characters.I wish on stars in other galaxies.I harvest stories from a brooding muse.I bloom under moonlight in hushed seclusion.I am a writer.

My brain tends to take the scenic route. Things come to the forefront of my mind sooner or later, it just takes time.

You stand a better chance of bringing pretend to life through the power of belief than you stand any chance of erasing what’s real by refusing to believe.

Employing your imagination is the first step to the fulfillment of any dream.

Maybe not here and now, but somewhere, someday.

They say if you’re a better person today than you were yesterday you’re well on the road to perfection. So I figure if I’m a real snot today, tomorrow I should make huge progress.

Life is a bonfire where everyone else has brought marshmallows, and you—a stick.

TodayToday is the day that good things come your way and then bad things to suck all the fun from your play.Today is the day that you stub every toe; blow your nose on a...

Why so eager to jump in and direct someone else’s life when you can’t stick to your own goals and resolutions?

‘I’m sorry’ won’t fix what’s been broken. It can’t reverse time or undo the damage or change anything that happened. But a sincere, humble apology can serve to soften the sting and sometimes do a...

Five truly effective prescriptions to remedy a bad day. (You can’t overdose.)—Pray; discuss your troubles with God.—List your blessings. (The blue sky, soft cookies, warm socks, etc.)—Call your mom.—Visit an animal shelter and hug a...

You stare at your dream from a distance, longing, sighing, seeing what you deem is a warning of IMPOSSIBLE. But if you’d squint real hard you’d see the truth; the sign correctly reads, ‘I’M POSSIBLE.

There are no rest stops on the road of life. Otherwise they’d be congested with traffic.

Enemies may unite to eliminate a common threat, but never without a wary eye fixed on their ally.

A person’s needs are met, and his appetite subsides. A person’s wants are met, and his thirst swells greedily without end.

The key to valuing something is to lose it and then realize how rare it was—after which you pray like mad to regain what you foolishly lost. The value of an item often depends upon...