So now, all alone or not, you gotta walk ahead. Thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too.

We each have our hiding places and we each put up with the little quirks of the people we love.

There were hundreds of them spread across the floor, each telling its own tale of triumph or sadness, each letter representing a phase in her life. She had kept them all.

sometimes we need all the glue we can get, just to hold ourselves together.

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

Day-to-day things, the mundane, are what keeps the motor running. How extraordinary the ordinary really is, a tool we all use to keep going, a template for sanity.

She was tired of hugging pillows, counting on blankets for warmth, and reliving romantic moments only in her dreams. She was tired of hoping that every day would hurry so she could get on to the next. Hoping that it would be a better day, an easier day. But it never was. Worked, paid the bills, and went to bed but never slept. Each morning the weight on her shoulders got heavier and heavier and each morning she wished for night to fall quickly so she could return to her bed to hug her pillows and wrap herself in the warmth of her blankets.