Art is science made clear.
There is an alchemy in sorrow. It can be transmuted into wisdom, which, if it does not bring joy, can yet bring happiness.
Van's sweater was soaked in blood.
I lived what most people call the good life. I was happy, but deep inside I always felt that, with the short amount of time we are given to live and love in this world, we spend too much time loving things instead of people.
You can have it all. You just can't have it all at once.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
Even the best of friends need time apart.