Apparently, a good friend helps you bury a body. A best friend brings their own shovel and doesn’t ask questions.

I don’t hold on grudges, you know. They’re like expired milk in the fridge.

Do I want to know where I came from? Yes. But that doesn’t impact who I want to be.

Courage isn’t about the absence of fear. Courage is doing the one thing you think you cannot do.

But maybe everybody was like that, all of us living the lives we had to while dreaming of the lives we wanted.

They sat in silence, watching the river flow in the same direction it always had, a ribbon connecting the past with the present, and a reminder that time moved on regardless of whether you wanted it too.

You’re strong at the broken places.

Sometimes, just when we think we can see our lives on course and we can settle back and get comfortable, a new path opens. Some people just keep going, too scared to veer off the familiar path. But others, well, they step off into the unknown, and find that maybe that was where they were supposed to be all along.

Rainbows always gave her hope – hope that something beautiful waited for those strong enough to survive the storm.

Looking pretty isn’t about how people see you. It’s about letting people know how you feel about yourself.