There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.

It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.

Retribution is a dog chasing its tail.

Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?

These are hard times. The world hurts. We live in fear and forget to walk with hope. But hope has not forgotten you. So ask it to dinner. It's probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation.

There were few things worse than being ordinary, in Evie’s opinion. Ordinary was for suckers.

There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.