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“Grief gives you a hundred reasons to cry; hope gives you a thousand reasons to smile, joy gives you a million reasons to laugh, and love gives you billion reasons to rejoice.”

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“The therapist I once talked with but never went back to, because the copay was too steep even with Dad's health insurance, would probably call this wallowing. Unhealthy. Destructive. But I'm not so sure. I treasure my newfound feelings, Hoard them. Every once in a while I study them, turn them around, squint at them like they're a ripe piece of fruit, plucked from a mysterious tree that shouldn't even be growing in my yard. When I pop them in my mouth to swallow them whole, they taste bitter and delicious.”

“It’s okay to wallow and whine; it’s healthy! To a POINT. If something didn’t go your way, and you want to whine and complain, go ahead. But set a time where you are not allowed to complain any more. If it’s 10:30 a.m., then you can allow yourself to moan and groan and feel terrible until 12:00 noon. Then that’s IT. No more. Never again. OVER. Move on.”

“I wondered how many years they would wallow in the mud before they realized there was something more to life than fleeting pleasures. Some would end up like me, throwing their lives away for the rush and thrill of it. I wondered how long it would take them to find out the best that drugs, alcohol, and partying had to offer was fleeting, temporary satisfaction that led to dependency and a compromised ability to find joy without those things. The more they turned to those things, the more their emotional, social, and psychological wellbeing would become dependent on them, and the harder it would be to be happy without them.”

“There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pur whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe? there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?”

“Learn from seeds; they don’t die when you throw dirt at them; they grow.”