It is said that in life we must play with the cards we are dealt, but too often I have kept those cards too close to my chest.

I'm afraid my glass is no longer half full because I drank most of it.

I think that an act of love is immortal; once tendered, it can never really be taken back.

How often have I tried just hard enough so that I can then say to myself that I tried with the real purpose of assuaging my guilt about something I did not wish to succeed in the first place?

Everything I do or say will be forgotten in a few short years. Yet how amazing and wonderful it is that somehow I still care, just simply care about whatever I do, and will probably do so until my dying moment.

It is said that in life we must play with the cards we are dealt, but too often I have kept those cards too close to my chest.

How much more comfortable it is to say 'Yes, and...' than 'Yes, but...'.