The devil is a very big angel, but a very little man.
The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation.
I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!
She is no longer I, she is too long ago, she is only she.
The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.
Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.