Memories: some can be sucker punching, others carry you forward; some stay with
you forever, others you forget on your own. You can't really know which ones you'll survive if you don't stay on the battlefield, bad times shooting at you like bullets. But if you're lucky, you'll have plenty of good times to shield you.
The boy with no direction taught me something unforgettable: happiness comes again if you let it.
I've become this happiness scavenger who picks away at the ugliness of the world, because if there's happiness tucked away in my tragedies, I'll find it no matter what. If the blind can find joy in music, and the deaf can discover it with colors, I will do my best to always find the sun in the darkness because my life isn't one sad ending—it's a series of endless happy beginnings.
You may be born into a family, but you walk into friendships. Some you’ll discover you should put behind you. Others are worth every risk.
I'll never understand how time can make a moment feel as close as yesterday and as far as years.
Maybe it's better to have gotten it right and been happy for one day instead of living a lifetime of wrongs.