I’ve noticed that houses take on the personality of the people who live in them. I’m not sure how it happens, but they become alive in some way, as if they have their own spirit.

Good storytellers are always ready for the next question.

Being forgiven is like having all the worst bits of yourself stuffed into a balloon and then having that balloon set free.

There’s no accounting for the opinions of old ladies. They think everyone is cute.

There’s comfort in hearing a voice when the world is silent.

I’m not sure why, but when a person expects something to last forever, they don’t notice the little things. It’s only when the clock is ticking all those little things add up and become bigger.

Sunshine is helpful for thinking. It warms up the brain cells.

There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions.

Memories are what makes each person different.

When tended the right way, beauty multiplies.

Memories are powerful that way. They can bring a person back to another place and time and make them laugh or cry all over again.

Everyone has a story – find yours!

They don’t have classes on bravery in middle school. If they did I’d have signed up. It would have been helpful to learn how to stare down what I feared most and not blink.

It’s hard not to smile when you’re going eyeball to eyeball with a frosted chocolate cupcake.

He stared at her the way folks stare at a rainbow, taking in all that unexpected beauty, not wanting to look away in case it might disappear.

I think maybe bad things seem worse when people are alone. When they can turn that bad thought over and over in their head, polishing it like a stone, until it shines dark and black....

It’s funny how even when you’ve lived with someone your whole life, they can still surprise you.

Eyes aren’t good liars.

It’s harder to hate someone when they like the same ice cream as you.

The fear of losing someone you love can turn people inside out.