Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.

You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

And not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now.