Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for christmas morning.Time can't be given.But it can be shared

I suppose it’s easier to see the way out of anything when you’ve found your way out of that maze. When you’re stuck in the middle, in a series of dead-ends making circles, it’s difficult to make any sense of anything.

That was other thing i hated about kids; they always said th exact things that deep dpwn you already knew, would never admit, and most certainly never wanted to hear.

Chin up, don’t smile, don’t cry, don’t fall, walk.

We don't realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone.

But where pain was, healing could come; where loneliness was, new relationships could be formed; where rejection was, new love could be found. It was a moment. And moments changed. She would have to live through the moment to get to the next.

they worry about my sanity i join with them on that