Always a chancer, always lucky, he'd fall into a river and come out dry, with fish in his pockets.

Her silence was worth more to her than a thousand words.In that silence,she had peace and clarity.Except during the night,when her own jumbled thoughts would keep her awake.

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

"What is it with people these days?" he hisses... "In my day, something just was. None of this analysis a hundred times over. None of these college courses with people graduating with degrees in Whys and Hows and Becauses. Sometimes, love, you just need to forget all of those words and enroll in a little lesson called 'Thank You.'"

Not like a heart, which let people in without permission, held them in a special place she never had any say in and then yearned for them to remain there longer than they planned.

People forget they have options. And they forget that those things really don't matter. They should concentrate on what they have and not what they don't have.

Stop and take your time to notice things and make those things you notice matter.