Sometimes we need to go home to find the parts of ourselves we left behind before we can truly become whole.

You can’t judge a person by what they’re doing, till you know why they’re doing it.

Unless they can look into the core of your heart, and see the degree of your passion, or look into the depths of your soul and see the extent of your will, then they have no business telling you what your can or cannot achieve. While they may know the odds, they do not know you. Nor do they know the power of your angels.

For all those who longed to find a best friend and found it in themselves.

I think, though, that another shame of war is that when it’s over, a soldier don’t get to leave it behind where he fought it. He’s gotta carry it right back home with him, in his head, and in his heart.

Lucky ain’t a puppy no more and he don’t bark for just any old reason. It takes a mailman, a squirrel, a car, a bird, a blowing leaf, or a tumbling scrap of paper to get him stirred up now.

For all those who longed to find a best friend and found it in themselves