They say that not matter how old you become, when you are with your siblings, you revert back to childhood.

Sometimes I guess you need to lose everything before you realize what's really important.

Sometimes hope is all we have, and to lose that is to lose all.

The highway of life was littered with the roadkill of those who didn't know when to change lanes.

We live, we love. These are the choices we are given, to open doors or to close them. It is all we have, and it is enough

You ain’t dead yet, so you ain’t done.

The answers we seek aren't always the answers we want, are they? But knowing the truth is what helps us sleep at night.