When my grandmother was alive, she used to tell me that every time God creates a soul in heaven, he creates another to become its special mate. And that once we're born, we begin our search for our soul mate, the one person who's the perfect fit for our mind and body. They lucky oens find each other.

I have known some magnificent young people who died very young but had wonderful lives and inspired many people by their short existence.

I'll cover you in flowers someday, Julie-girl.

Pain and suffering are the soil of strength and courage.

But they can't know how the dark space inside me is growing. I lie to them. I can't get out of the dark hole. 'Peace is here' it whispers.

hanging out the window, Amber blew her a kiss. a lump the size of a fist clogged Heather's throat, while a breeze from th sea pushed her thick hair away from her face. tears trickled unchecked down her cheeks.

I think that hurting gives us a way to measure being happy. How can you know one without knowing the other.