Plans can be like a winged horse, but their execution plods along pulling carts.
Life and death in a relationship depend on attitudes.
When lost, I look for gas stations for counsel.
A personal offense is like a scratch on a phonograph record. I couldn't move my thoughts beyond my pain. It kept repeating, as if I were stuck within its grooves. There was only one way to play beyond it. I had to forgive them, so my heart could take its form again.
(Home) is you in things.
It isn't fair that there's pressure exerted on those who choose to live on the edges of the bell-shaped curve of normal.