Things that look impossible suddenly seem a lot better, once you get God on board.

I was starting to see that what looks like garbage from one angle might be art from another. Maybe it did take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you understood what you wanted out of it.

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.

Just because it's fiction doesn't mean it's any less true.

When you think you're right, you're most likely wrong.

[There's a] point where you have to leave the dough alone. It's silly to anthropomorphize bread, but I love the fact that it needs to sit quietly, to retreat from touch and noise and drama, in order to evolve. I have to admit, I often feel that way myself.

When you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. When you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation.

The truth doesn't always set you free; people prefer to believe prettier, neatley wrapped lies

Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.