The truth is... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else.
The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse.
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind
We were not made to eternally weep.
Never love with all your heart, It only ends in aching.
For we must be one thing or the other, an asset or a liability, the sinew in your wing to help you soar, or the chain to bind you to earth.