Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go... And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.
We get so caught up in what a man isn't. It's what he is that counts.
Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.
The music in his laughter had a way of rounding off the missing notes in her soul.
Life is accepting what is and working from that.
Self-consciousness is really a form of egotism.