Promises were made for people who do not trust each other.
What we once fling away never comes again to us.
we are all given the ingredients of happiness, but the mixing is left to ourselves.
People have a way of thinking that everything is finished when the very best of all may yet be in store.
there was not a tree on the place, only the horrible prickly pear bushes thrusting out their distorted arms as if exulting in their own nakedness.
I haven't hurt you ... if I have, it's the faithful wound of a friend.