Someday, everything will make perfect sense. So, for now, laugh at the confusion, smile throught the tears, and keep telling yourself that everything happens for a reason.
What defines us is how well we rise after falling.
Hope is the little voice that you hear whisper "Maybe" when the rest of the world is screaming "NO!"
Someday, you'll meet someone who doesn't care about your past because they want to be with you in your future.
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever. The goal is to create something that will.