It really isn't where you live as much as who you live with that makes a place feel like home.

This was one of those moments when learning something new about a person you've known for a while changed your perspective about them forever.

She realized the hurt from loss had never completely left. Instead, it had just scabbed over the hole hidden beneath the scar tissue.

To expect problems to go away because you compartmentalize them or choose to ignore them never worked.

...she was fantasizing about riding a horse through a meadow...The perfume of wildflowers wafted to her nose as the sun warmed her face.

Sometimes it's the scars an wounds that make us who we are as much as the accomplishments and successes.

She would think about it tomorrow, but tomorrow never came when the memory had been that painful.

I think you should live every moment like tomorrow is your last day, but you should also plan for the future like you will be living another hundred years.

Life is about choices, and each person has to decide which path they will take.

Holding onto grudges hurts the one unwilling to forgive more than anyone else.