My secret is that I need God—that I am sick and can no longer make it alone. I need God to help me give, because I no longer seem to be capable of giving; to help me be kind, as I no longer seem capable of kindness; to help me love, as I seem beyond being able to love.
“Come and kiss me and let’s forget.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but I believe in that click.”
– Ann Aguirre
“The poison leaves bit by bit, not all at once. Be patient. You are healing.”
– Yasmin Mogahed