This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.

Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. More and more and more.

So much of life is in the smallness of moments...but they are harder to mark. So we need the grander celebrations and occasions. People like to feel significant.

Once you want something, everything changes.

Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible