The truth was, it was myself I couldn't trust, my eyes from betraying my heart.

Everyday, every hour, I have held you close in my heart.

He leaned over her, the sun behind his head making a halo of gold, his face lit by the reflections off the water.

He can't remeber who he is or where he lives." "Well that's convenient." "Not when it rains.

What do you do with your anger when the person you're mad at goes off and dies? Bury it? Bury it inside you?

old grudges and bitterness always hurt the individual more than the one whom he believes injured him.

Quick, how do you pick up a cat?" "Buy her a drink.