There are many different kinds of brave. There is the bravery of thinking of others before yourself.
(~ Mrs Darling, from the Peter Pan movie)

So I’m closing my eyes and I'll picture your face;
This beautiful life did not go to waste
(~from "Curtain Call" by Rosi Golan)

When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in Black and white, you photograph their souls.
(~Ted Grant)

Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity.
(~Novala Takemoto)

She thought of Joseph and how love can start with something as simple as the gift of a peanut.

She thought of Cornelius and Lafayette, and as she offered a berry to Violet, she thought how good it was to have friends.
(~Henry Cole, A Nest for Celeste)

Mostly, a hero knows what the right thing to do is, and does it. No hesitation. And no calling any attention to himself. 
(~Lenore Look, Alvin-Ho: Allergic To Dead Bodies, Funerals, And Other Fatal Circumstances)

She thought to herself, “This is now.”

She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago. 

(~Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House In The Big Woods)

“…we got each other,” she said, “and that’s a lot.” 
(~Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting)

Generally by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real, you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.
(~Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit)

She shook her head and laughed.“Glory, sweetie, our hands aren’t a thing alike. But they match up pretty good.” 
(~Augusta Scattergood, Glory Be)

“It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”

(~Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay)

She laid on my chest & her breathing filled me almost to beyond what I could hold....
(~Brian Andreas, Story People)

Sitting there in your pajamas & all the time in the world & if I could keep any moment it would be this: watching you & holding my breath with the wonder of it all....
(~Brian Andreas, Story People)

There has never been a day when I have not been proud of you, I said, though some days I’m louder about other stuff so it’s easy to miss that.
(~Brian Andreas, Story People)

She held her grief behind her eyes like an ocean & when she leaned forward into the day it spilled onto the floor & she wiped at it quickly with her foot & pretended no one had seen.
(~Brian Andreas, Story People)

The first time her laughter unfurled its wings in the wind, we knew that the world would never be the same.
(~Brian Andreas, Story People)

As long as the sun shall rise goes the old lovers vow. But we are children of a scientific age & have no time for poetry. Still, I offer a quiet prayer of thanks for the sunlight each time I see your face.
(~Brian Andreas, Story People)